The winter sun always set exceptionally early, and although it was only four in the afternoon at this time, the fiery ball on the horizon could already be called the setting sun. It was still bright and shone on people but no longer possessed that warm, comforting heat.
It was for this reason that He Qing dared to expose the two different souls in the open air like this.
She watched coldly as the two individuals, who looked identical yet starkly different, lay on the ground. Among them, the fortunate Feng Cheng, who remained a human, had a soul that was filthy but still solid. Meanwhile, the Water Ghost lying beside him appeared faint and ethereal, as if a breeze could scatter it, particularly fragile.
He Qing stood between the two and suddenly turned her head to ask, "Uncle Feng, can you still remember your former name?"
