The Ghost Ancestor followed him in, raised his cane, and smashed it on his body twice, angrily saying, "Go? Go die, you mean?"
Han Jing saw the Ghost Ancestor and stood up to salute him, "Junior Han Jing, greets the elder. Please have a seat."
The Ghost Ancestor glanced at Han Jing, and a spark of wisdom shone in his cloudy eyes. He unceremoniously walked over and sat down on a chair, "The little girl looks familiar!"
Lan Ling slipped over to sit beside him, resting his chin on his hand as he stared at Han Jing, whispering to the Ghost Ancestor, "Right? Right? It's too similar, with at least... seven parts of resemblance! Honestly, I used to think there was a bit of resemblance, but now it's like they've been carved from the same mold. Saying they're unrelated? Even a ghost wouldn't believe it!"
Han Jing rolled her eyes at him, walked over, and sat down, "What are you mumbling about? Who are you talking about? Speak louder!"
