Zhou Li was very fond of one phrase.
"A live chicken is just feathers; dead, it's finally at ease."
Of course, this wasn't his attempt at being abstract, nor was it a sign of giving up. In fact, this was a conclusion he had contemplated deeply.
The Ghost King indeed had to die.
If Ying Yuan's existence was meant to let the loathed and repulsive Jiang Gui be accepted by people, Jiang Li represented another extreme.
She was, in a certain sense, a trash dump.
The kind where you 'right-click' and 'empty recycle bin' in one click.
The fundamental issue was not the soul, for the soul is like the law of conservation of matter, constantly being reborn and reincarnated, with the generated debris hardly worth mentioning. What truly brought the Ghost Realm to the brink of collapse was memory.
