I didn't know what to say.
What Li Xingfang had gone through must have dealt him a tremendous psychological blow. Many years had passed, yet when he spoke of it now, his expression was still complicated.
Through the smoke, Li Xingfang's face grew somewhat indistinct.
"I was stunned at the time. It felt a lot like the first time I worked a case and watched a veteran effortlessly piece together clues, identify the criminal, and reach a conclusion I couldn't figure out no matter how hard I tried. Even though he was much younger than me, just a teenager, I genuinely admired him. It was the first time I'd met someone like myself." Li Xingfang sighed. "But after Ye Qing gave me a rough introduction to the situation, I found it unbearable. The concept of putting spirits to rest didn't exist in his eyes. On the other hand, he didn't think he had to eliminate ghosts, either. He saved me only because he overheard a conversation between me and my colleague, guessed that I might be like him, and decided to take a look. If I hadn't asked him for help then, I don't know if he would have stepped in."
I was a little surprised, though it also made sense.
Ye Qing really was that kind of person. You couldn't call his actions evil or immoral. After all, ghosts were creatures unlike the living. Ye Qing also carried a great many burdens himself; he couldn't just do as he pleased.
I agreed with Ye Qing's approach, probably because I was the same way.
Li Xingfang, though, clearly hadn't been like that back then. At least before he'd been completely crushed and left unable to pick himself back up, he'd wanted to use his abilities to uphold justice. When the