"I am Mo Qing." The man smiled. "Isn't that the name you called out?"

Feng Guang frowned. "Although you remind me a lot of Mo Qing, I know you are definitely not him."

"Oh?" He raised an eyebrow and asked, "Why is that?"

"I don't know... Anyway, you're not him, I'm sure of that."

"Oh dear, I didn't expect you to be able to tell that I'm not him. I thought Feng Guang would happily rush over and hug me, but it seems I was wrong." His tone was frivolous, but his voice only contained laughter, revealing no trace of his true emotions.

What she had just perceived as an otherworldly, ethereal figure turned out to be nothing more than an illusion.

As he took a step forward, she took a step back. "Who exactly are you? Zhiwei clearly said that no one can come up here."

“That’s because I’m not human.” The man found her retreating posture amusing, so he couldn’t resist taking another step closer until her back was against the trunk of the plum tree, leaving her nowhere to retreat. He braced himself against the trunk, trapping her in the middle, and lowered his head slightly, gazing into her bright eyes. These were eyes that were as clear as ever, eyes that held an irresistible attraction for many. He suddenly stopped smiling and lowered his head even further.

Feng Guang felt a strong sense of danger, so she turned her head away to avoid accidentally bumping into him.

The man paused slightly after sensing her resistance, but quickly retreated a little distance, a frivolous chuckle still playing on his lips. His lowered voice was full of seduction, "I'm prettier than Mo Qing. Why don't you just make the best of a bad situation, forget about him, and fall in love with me instead?"

"This is impossible!" Feng Guang bent down and escaped from his arms. After holding him for three steps, she questioned, "Who exactly are you? Why do you know my name? And why do you know Mo Qing?"

"Well..." The man stroked his chin and said in a nonchalant tone, "Actually, I am Mo Qing's twin brother. My name is Mo Qing."

"You're lying!" Feng Guang didn't believe it at all. "You just said you're a ghost like me."

"I am Mo Qing's brother, and I am a ghost. Are these two things contradictory?"

She paused, as if there was no conflict; Mo Qing could also have a dead brother, and there was nothing wrong with that. But what was wrong was the feeling this man gave her.

For some reason, she disliked this frivolous man. Seeing him about to move closer to her again, she quickly said, "Don't come near me!"

He kept walking. "Why? I think my appearance is very much in line with the glamorous tastes of the capital."

Indeed, a man like him, who could give off a gentle and refined feeling simply by standing quietly without saying a word, was Feng Guang's ideal type. This man did indeed meet her standards, but she felt no attraction to him at all, because she already had Mo Qing.

"No matter how much you suit my taste, I only need Mo Qing." She had no choice but to hide behind a tree, her expression becoming even more wary. She was unsure of this man's identity, and in the immortal sect, there might be demons and monsters more powerful than her. Although she was a vengeful ghost in the eyes of others, she had no other abilities besides unconsciously creating illusions; she was completely useless.

Seeing her hiding behind the tree, only daring to peek out and watch him warily, the man in white found it amusing. His smile deepened in his dark eyes, and he beckoned to her as if teasing a cat, "Good girl, Fengguang, come out. I won't hurt you."