"General Wang, what brings you here?"
"I feel bad, for leaving for so long," ZhiYi said as he stepped deeper into the Misty Forest, with the animals and trees humming and whispering among themselves as he passed by. The deer that turned into the spirit of a soldier walked beside him.
"You are dressed in white," The soldier said quietly, his head slightly bowed out of respect. "My condolences."
"Thank you," ZhiYi said, feeling unnerved that the conversation steered towards his mourning of Wu TianLan's death, he quickly changed the subject. "How has it been? Any intruders while I was gone?"
The soldier tensed, seeing this, ZhiYi halted in his steps, sweeping his eyes over the trees to check on his surroundings. The mist curled out of the way, giving him a clear vision of his perimeters. Nothing seemed out of place, yet as his eyes fell on the soldier, the man looked pale, despite being just a spirit.
