The Ghost felt her consciousness being pulled into another space, a feeling somewhat akin to entering a dream.
She knelt on the ground and responded, "Yes. Disciple pays respects to Master."
"Hmm! Interesting!" Feng Qi chuckled, "Although you're a bit ugly, you're the disciple that Little Taotie found for me, so I'll reluctantly accept you."
"If you don't behave, I will punish you!"
"Yes, disciple will strictly follow Master's orders."
"Heh heh, good!" Feng Qi extended her hand, pointing a finger in the air.
The Ghost felt a warmth between her brows.
When she regained consciousness again, the peerless beauty before her had vanished, and her awareness was sent back to her original place.
Little Taotie pointed at her brow: "There's a new red mole."
The Ghost, puzzled, reached up to touch the red mole, indeed feeling a raised mark.
