"When Liu'er told me, I still didn't believe it. I always thought Wan Renwang would surely keep you safe..."
Xiaobai crouched alone before the grave, talking without pause. She spoke of longing, of emotions, of memories, and of sighs—but most of all, she spoke of guilt. If she hadn't stubbornly insisted on doing things her own way, the White Fox Clan wouldn't have ended up like this. If the Fox Clan were still around, Xiao Chi would never have come to harm.
"I met that girl, Bi Yao! She's a lot like you—a good girl! It's just... she shouldn't be hanging around that little brat from the Two Mountains. He'll definitely lead her astray! I wonder if you'd have stopped them from playing together if you were still here."
"The disciples from Big Bamboo Peak are all good, except for that youngest little bastard. He's no good at all! The way he gets people riled up, he could really make them die of anger!"
"But Bi Yao actually gets along very well with the disciples of the Azure Cloud Sect. I suppose that makes her an oddball. She has none of the awareness a disciple of the Holy Sect should have. I'm really afraid she'll pay dearly for it someday!"
The Ghost King strolled down a shaded path toward a secluded spot on Back Mountain. Whenever he had free time, he would visit his beloved wife's grave and spend a while there. He had just returned from the Wildlands the day before yesterday, and today he had come to see her and talk for a while.
When he reached the cemetery, he saw a white figure burning yellow paper before his wife's grave in the distance. The Ghost King's brow furrowed in displeasure. This was no good.
The Ghost