A white figure of a lonely ghost was seen on top of the high walls, but nobody ever took notice of it. It had been there, sitting static for more than three months as if it was guarding and waiting for something to come.
This figure was Li Junfeng. He was waiting for his complete conclusion, waiting for his end that would probably never come.
Li Junfeng sat alone on the huge palace walls. It had been a few months since he last changed his spots.
Usually, he would sit at a particular area for a few weeks without moving. He would stare into the distance with eyes as hollow as a ghost's, not knowing what he was thinking at all.
However, he had been here on the high walls for months longer. He just didn't have the desire to do anything anymore, even moving or flying around seemed difficult for him to do.
He had been in this world for eighteen years.
He had been here all along, but his existence wasn't really complete.
