Perhaps that Vengeful Ghost's trait was to mark anyone who appeared above it with its curse. If any other uncanny power tried to erode someone it had marked, that Vengeful Ghost would stop it, Qu Zan guessed.
All in all, using a fierce horse to bind a Vengeful Ghost had truly opened his eyes.
"Did that man escape?" Nabuling asked.
Qu Zan nodded and released her bonds.
Nabuling said gratefully, "Thank you for saving me."
"It was merely a meeting of circumstances," Qu Zan said calmly.
Nabuling's gaze dimmed, but she quickly rallied herself and said, "My father is the Ando Tusi. If there is ever anything you need, I will never dare forget this debt for saving my life."
Qu Zan nodded. "Until we meet again."
"Sir, could you take off your mask? I want to see what my savior looks like," Nabuling said.
Qu Zan waved in farewell. He lightly nudged his horse's belly, and Bodhi galloped away.
Toward evening, Qu Zan returned to the Corpse Camel Temple's Separate Courtyard.
He had barely entered the courtyard and had yet to finish his tea when a knock sounded at the door. Liuwa hurried to open it, and a woman walked in. It was Tuya, whom he had not seen for a long time.
The late Dzongben's daughter remained as radiant as before, though a lingering trace of sorrow lay deep in her eyes.
Tuya hurried forward and prostrated herself before Qu Zan, saying:
"Geshe-la Qu Zan, your disciple Tuya has come in sincerity to pay her respects. May the Lama's sacred body be healthy and abide in auspiciousness."
According to etiquette, when a laywoman prostrated herself, a Lama neither returned the bow nor bent at the waist, but offered only a pure acknowledgment.
He maintained his dignity, his expression