Mo Qing is not only the 30th generation disciple of the Immortal Sect, but also the next sect leader designated by the sect leader and elders. Although it has not been officially announced, it is already an open secret within the Immortal Sect.
Mo Qing's trip down the mountain this time was not just to exorcise the ghost for the Xia family. He had an even more important matter to attend to: the pursuit of the dragon that was wreaking havoc on the human world. He had been chasing this demon for three whole years, and when he heard that it had hidden in the capital, he took the opportunity to accept Xia Chao's request to exorcise the ghost.
However, what Mo Qing didn't expect was that he would encounter such a... eccentric woman as Xia Fengguang.
For example, at this moment, the girl hugged his arm and sobbed, "Taoist Master, it's really scary. Every night, strange noises inexplicably come from my window..."
"Miss Xia, it's just the wind making the window rattle." Mo Qing smiled and kindly closed her room's window.
She followed him fearfully, saying, "When I go to the back garden at midnight, I always see white shadows floating by. Taoist priest, do you think there might be a female ghost coveting my beauty and wanting to take over my body?"
"It's just a piece of white cloth that was blown onto a tree by the wind." Mo Qing swept his sword finger, and the cloth fell to the ground. "Miss Xia, don't worry."
"And there's something even more terrifying, I..."
"Enough!" The young Taoist disciple, finally unable to bear it any longer, stepped forward and pushed Feng Guang aside. He stood in front of his master and said irritably, "You bad woman, don't you dare get close to my master on purpose!"
"Don't accuse me wrongly, I didn't do it on purpose!" She looked down at the little brat with a righteous expression. "I did it on purpose, okay?"
"You!" the young Taoist priest exclaimed angrily, "You shameless bastard!"
"That's right, you little brat don't understand. If you care about your pride, how will you ever win over the girl you like?"
"I'm not called a little brat!"
"A little kid is a little kid. You're not as tall as me, and you can't see as far as me. What else are you but a little kid?"
"I...you..." He was young after all and couldn't argue with the shameless Fengguang, so he could only look pitifully at the person behind him, "Master!"
Mo Qing finally stepped forward and smiled, "Miss Xia, my apprentice has a name, his name is Zhiwei."
"I'm not interested in his name, I'm more interested in you." She smiled and moved closer to him, her charming and cute appearance captivating.
Mo Qing coughed lightly, "It seems that Miss Xia is already engaged."
So, girl, you should be a little more reserved.
Little did anyone know that Feng Guang's thick skin was beyond the reach of ordinary people. "You mean that Fourth Prince? I'm not interested in him at all. He likes my cousin. Actually, I've never understood why I'm not attracted to someone like Duanmu Xuan. He's good-looking, a prince, and has a high position and power. Then I realized that all my attraction was just waiting to meet you at this moment!"
"I am deeply honored." He remained calm and composed in the face of a young girl's bold confession.
Feng Guang stared at him for a while, then shrugged, feeling bored, and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to a really haunted place."
They arrived at the wine cellar, and as soon as they entered, even Zhiwei, who was still relatively inexperienced, felt a chilling aura. Mo Qing didn't say much. He had Feng Guang stand behind him, and with a simple hand gesture, a ragged old man jumped out from the corner.
The old man, his feet barely touching the ground, begged for mercy, "Taoist priest, spare my life!"
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