"What's the matter?" Feng Xue opened the door and immediately saw the figure of the knocker, a man in his early thirties, somewhat slender, looking just like an ordinary office drone. The only thing worth noting was the charred bracelet on his wrist. Given his attire, he wasn't the type to stand out, so if she wasn't mistaken, that must be the item possessed by a ghost.
While Feng Xue sized him up, the man was also examining her. Compared to the almost defenseless office drone, Feng Xue, armed with the Hermit Power, could only be perceived through what he chose to reveal.
Hearing Feng Xue speak, he paused slightly, seemingly worried, but still said,
"Everyone else is gathered in the living room, waiting just for you."
"The living room?" Feng Xue saw that the round table was filled with people again. Knowing she had spent a bit too long adjusting and mentoring the "Spirit Pen," she nodded and replied,
"Just a moment, I'll be right there."
