Under the guidance of Nan Shuang, Shang Can entered the residence of the Ghost King—its decor was more akin to that of the Celestial Realm.
Naturally, Shang Can thought. After all, the master of this place used to be a practitioner from the Celestial Realm.
As she contemplated, she couldn't help but glance at Nan Shuang, who was turned away preparing tea and snacks. Shang Can then looked over at Yuange, who was sitting nearby humming a cheerful tune, only to be met with a warning glare from her that clearly communicated, "You absolutely must not say anything."
...Yes, yes, she would definitely not mention to Nan Shuang that Yuange was secretly collecting her belongings from her past life.
No wonder Yuange had been so sure earlier that Shuang Jiang was dead; the woman had clearly become the Ghost King, so there was no denying her demise.
"Have some tea; you don't look too well," Nan Shuang said as she finished preparing the tea, pouring a cup for Shang Can. "This is my favorite tea lately; it's quite nice."
"Ah." Suddenly remembering something, she raised her misty eyes to look at Shang Can. "Don't worry, this isn't the water of Forgetfulness."
"..."
That joke was rather unfunny, yet Yuange seemed to find it quite amusing. Shang Can forced a smile, accepting her kindness as she took a small sip of the warm tea, which provided some comfort to her cold body.
"Shuang Jiang—" Shang Can had intended to ask directly about Yun Duan and the others but felt it would be too rude. The words nearly left her mouth before she circled back. "How long have you been here?"
"I don't quite remember," replied the carefree former Celestial Realm practitioner, tilting her head. "I suppose it's been a few years? But I can't recall how I died. It seems it doesn't really make a difference whether I remember or not."
...Though she said that, most people wouldn't easily forget how they died, would they?
"I know! I know!" Yuange raised her hand high. "I've known Ah Shuang for more than seven years!"
"Is that so?" Nan Shuang nodded. "It seems your memory is better than mine."
"Anyone's memory is better than Ah Shuang's!" Yuange said, munching on her snacks. "Back then, I heard the ghost realm was changing its leader, and I was so frightened! I thought, will the Nether Ghost Realm end up living by the strict rules of the Celestial Realm, unable to do anything at all? That would be terrible! So I came to see for myself."
Nodding in agreement with the comment about the Celestial Realm's strict regulations, Shang Can asked, "And then?"
"Then I found out Ah Shuang was nothing like those pompous Taoist priests, and we got along well."
"..."
Worried that Shuang Jiang might be offended by such a label, Shang Can turned to look at her, but Nan Shuang's expression was calm, even responding with a nod of agreement.
"I'm even better at teaching than they are. If someone else had become the Ghost King, Yuange definitely wouldn't be using such a difficult term as 'terrible' right now."
...The way she spoke had a hint of pride; it seemed these two had a deep bond.
Having gained a simple understanding of the predecessor she hadn't communicated much with in life, Shang Can felt the rumors had not deceived her and finally decided to broach the main topic.
The opening conversation was a bit difficult, so after pondering for a while, Shang Can cautiously asked, "Pei Chen... does Kun Yao know that Shuang Jiang is here?"
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FantasyDISCLAIMER: I do not claim ownership over this story. I only MTLed it with AI and polished it. Link: https://www.jjwxc.net/onebook.php?novelid=5309619 Official Synopsis: Shang Can transmigrated into the cultivation world as the chief disciple of an...