...An hour later...
Feng Xue buttoned up her shirt, a slight smirk on her lips as she looked at the Pen Immortal, who appeared so limp as if she might melt away. She took a small wooden token out of her pocket and handed it over.
"What, what are you trying to do now?"
Watching Feng Xue handing over the wooden token, the school uniform ghost shrank back abruptly, although the plastic wrap had already been removed. She had no intention of running away, as if she had completely forgotten that she was a ghost.
"This is a good thing, a temporary work contract. After all, there's no Heavenly Court here, and you're not part of the Taoist system, so I can't officially make you a Layman. This will have to do for now,"
Feng Xue casually explained before tossing the wooden token at the Pen Immortal.
