He looked at the land that had been soothed by Feng Qing'an, and after a brief silence, he cast down golden divine power that transformed into a torrential rain, granting life to this place, making the grass, trees, fruits, and vegetables destroyed by the great war grow anew.
"This young man harbors compassion but is not like his elder brother, he associates too closely with those of different kind and does not understand the principle of alienation of those not of the same species! Alas!"
A sigh and the shadow of the Ghost God disappeared along with the humid spring wind.
Feng Qing'an, who had entered the forest, did not venture far into Wuling Mountain before he encountered a girl riding on a Red Leopard. She looked dispirited; however, the moment she saw Feng Qing'an, she stared at him, looked him up and down, and then exclaimed in disbelief,
"You're actually not a ghost!"
"I'm a human!"
Feng Qing'an responded unhappily.
