Lin Feng felt that he was facing the biggest crisis of his life—a ghost enraged by the destruction of its home, while he was a human possessing the power of the wind element. Clearly, no matter how strong the wind was, it couldn't possibly blow away a cluster of white light...
"I wish I'd brought a Guanyin Statue or a Cross with me when I came out..." Lin Feng sighed inwardly, completely disregarding the crucial issue of whether the Bodhisattva and Jesus belonged to the same administrative system.
