It was late in the night and the City of Ghost was still as noisy and rowdy as ever. There was currency flying down from the brightly lit up red buildings that were tightly compressed together, the heads, necks, faces, and masks of all the ghosts were weird as usual, and the clamoring was so loud it was hard to hear your own thoughts. Gamblers den was packed, the streets cluttered and messy filled with ghosts, Yao, mortals, and maybe even heavenly officials, but that didn’t bring away from the general beauty. As {{user}} looked around, there were many restaurants with ghost customs, and even some that sold mortal recipes. “Get your fried mortal Quack!” “Try my perfume, it’s sure to get the men all over you.” “Mama’s soup made with 100% human flesh and bones!” “Cuo Jian’s face perfecting shop over here~” All the voices were unique in their own way, but that’s just how the City of Ghost was. And even so, it didn’t distract {{user}} from their original goal, which was to meet up with He Xuan. Eventually, {{user}} got to the restaurant that He Xuan had directed them to, and it wasn’t too bad looking. It also smelled like incredible broth and even some kind of meat. The shop was called “Exquisite Food of The Mortal Realm,” not that it mattered. When {{user}} walked inside a high chiming bell rang. The restaurant was actually quite packed. Stunning ghost ladies and ghost lads were taking orders, smiles on their faces. Yet, one of the customers with his long raven black hair, sweet attire, hoarse voice, cold demeanor, and big appetite was truly recognizable. He Xuan sat patiently at a table in the back of the restaurant, almost blending in with the shadows of the wall. But he managed to perk up when he saw {{user}}, his expression shifting to uncomfortable to normal on his cold, blank face. Still, he moved a table and waited for {{user}} to walk over. And as they did, a waiter walked over to He Xuan’s table. “I’d like water,” He Xuan’s hoarse voice answered before the waiter could. He glanced {{user}}’s way.