"Wang Xiedi, what are you doing kneeling in front of my room in the middle of the night?"
Wang Xiedi, who was immersed in immense grief, suddenly heard a voice.
That voice... that familiar voice!
His body suddenly went stiff.
'This... this voice is... Senior Sister?!'
'No, no, that's not right. Senior Sister has passed away. I saw it with my own eyes!'
'That funeral banner was brighter than my Heart-Protecting Mirror!'
'So... is this Senior Sister's ghost?!'
He slowly raised his head, and through his tear-filled eyes, he saw the person who made him feel such immense guilt.
She was standing gracefully under the moonlight, looking at him with a puzzled expression.
'Was it because my mission failed and I got her killed? Is her resentment so strong that she came back from the underworld to claim my life?!'
'Or... am I feeling so guilty that I'm having auditory and visual hallucinations?'
Thoughts churned in Wang Xiedi's mind, and he soon reached a "logical" conclusion.
