Wei Xie felt like he had boarded a pirate ship—one he couldn't disembark from.
How had he listened to that little trickster Qin Liuxi and agreed to dissolve the pact with Lei Ming, and then followed her back here, only to end up as this... this big Store Manager?
A scholar of great talent and learning, him becoming a babbling Store Manager?
These self-doubts gave in the moment Qin Liuxi endowed the paper figurine with eye-drawing and soul-giving, and Wei Xie possessed it once again!
There was no other way; although this paper figurine had the constant risk of dissolving upon contact with water, it was tailor-made for him, both in appearance and essence, a perfect match.
Wei Xie felt like he was back to his glorious, gallant days when he was alive. What a spirited and lively time it was.
And after touring Feichang Dao, he grew somewhat yearning for that Daoist Room. Ghost Cultivators cultivate too, and as long as he does no evil, cultivating the Ghost Path should be okay, right?
