"Indeed, they are fools!"
On the phoenix's back, the lady of You Huang agreed. How could Feng Qing'an, whose will had already descended upon her, not feel it? Her mood at the moment was rather good.
"If the judge had just turned and returned to the human world, you would have lost interest in him, wouldn't you?"
"Correct, eloquent words and bravery in the face of death mean nothing. Only consistency in words and actions qualifies one as a person of outstanding merit!"
You Huang nodded. In her eyes, fearlessness in the face of death was nothing. Even ordinary people could end their lives at any moment. What was truly worth praising was the courage to directly face things more terrifying than death.
Unknown, unsung, un-worshipped, unmissed. As a ghost-god formed by the devotion and offerings of incense, once he leaves his divine position, how long before the local people forget him?
