It was finally over.
The moment I fell, everything was over.
I thought it should be over.
The organization had so many followers that some remnants were bound to stay hidden among the masses.
Perhaps some would keep hurting people, but there would always be someone to deal with them.
Because this world had never lacked bad people, nor had it ever lacked good people.
The only person this world could do without was me.
So, once I got back, I planned to find some remote mountain forest with An Ning and lie low for a year or two. After things died down, we would return to Lanjiang City.
Though I was reluctant to leave Seventh Master and the others, I had to take the long view.
I had struggled so hard to make it this far. I didn't want this to turn out to be a dream and have to start all over again.
Besides, a temporary parting was only for the sake of a better reunion.
After leaving Wu Huaqing's body, I wandered aimlessly through the streets.
I had always been curious about what state people existed in after becoming ghosts, and how it felt.
Now I knew.
In spirit form, ghosts lost all their weight, so gravity no longer affected them. Stepping on the ground felt like stepping on cotton.
Everything a spirit saw in the world of the living appeared different from how it looked through human eyes. It seemed incredibly unreal, as though watching a movie.
There weren't many pedestrians on the streets at night. Whenever anyone passed by me, I hurried out of their way.
And they couldn't see me.
I passed through streets and alleys, following a voice.
I heard someone calling my name. From my perspective, that voice was like a navigation