Each has their own karmic destiny, each their own fateful encounter.
Some wait idly by for prey to come to them, while others block mountain paths to become self-proclaimed kings.
Some sit silently at the Ghost Gate, waiting for a bowl of Meng Po soup, while others vanish into smoke after selling their last bowl.
Within this, there may be traces of Buddhist wisdom or Taoist reasoning,
but the world is already overflowing with such philosophies,
far too much…
Chen Yi drew in a deep breath and turned away.
Yin Weiyin gazed at the bronze door for a while, and when it finally closed slowly, she hurried after Chen Yi, clutching his robe.
Chen Yi slowed his pace slightly, sensing something stirring within his heart, though he still couldn't grasp what it was.
The two said little on their journey.
......…
The same route, naturally faster the second time, with fewer breaks along the way. The first trip to the Ghost Gate took nearly ten days; this time, only seven.
