Zheng Qing was no stranger to ghosts.
Whether it was the milky-white phantoms roaming the school grounds, or the higher race from the Moon Council, or the vengeful spirits that once madly attacked the Black Prison alongside demons, this magical life caught between life and death was something he had long been accustomed to.
Describing his feelings towards such a life as 'desensitized' would not be an exaggeration.
But 'having seen' and 'having intimate contact' are two different concepts — much like how a young man can always spot pretty witches on the road, but to have an intimate encounter with them belongs to a different kind of story.
Therefore, when he suddenly found an Infant Spirit perched on his shoulder, Zheng Qing couldn't help but be a bit startled.
Yet, it was merely just a bit.
