The first time they met, Duan Lan looked at Xu Wenchu in his school uniform and laughed. "Hey, kid, you've got such fair skin."
Xu Wenchu sneered and hid his bloodstained hand, not even sparing him a glance. As a temple god in a ghost's body, he was nearly a hundred years old, and this was the first time anyone had called him a kid.
But Duan Lan wouldn't give up. "Hey, you look like you really enjoy eating. How about we..."
Xu Wenchu gave him a cold stare. "Get lost."
At that, Ah Li, the little follower beside Xu Wenchu, trembled with fear. Everyone knew their temple god was the most upright, aloof, and taciturn person around. At this rate, Ah Li would bet that either this guy or he himself was going to die.
Duan Lan, however, seemed unafraid of death. He took a long stride forward. "How about this... I'll pay for dinner. Would you come eat with me?"
Xu Wenchu glanced at him. "How much?"
Duan Lan: "Two hundred and fifty. That's all I've got on me..."
Without looking back, Xu Wenchu fell into step behind Duan Lan. "Remember to pay me."
The little follower: ???
...Weren't you supposed to be upright, aloof, and taciturn? How did two hundred and fifty make you fold?
Theme: Finding what you seek in the world.
