It's just death, that's all.
At least when I dissipate, it won't be with hatred, not dying under discrimination and strange looks.
There will be people who cry for him, there will be people who worry about him.
That's good enough.
The Red Skirt Ghost turned to look back, sensing the other's yang energy growing stronger and exploding exponentially, and he was a little in awe.
No wonder he could charge directly into the domain; there really are masters in the Scorching Sun Department.
It seems that my outburst earlier made the Scorching Sun Department raise the priority a lot—or else a master wouldn't have arrived so soon.
He gazed into the distance, drew a deep breath, and shouted loudly.
"Anything done here comes with a price.
And you must pay the price first, before you can do what you want to do.
You can bargain with him; if he thinks it's acceptable, he'll agree.
But as long as the price is heavy enough, no matter what you ask, he must agree.
