One by one, the yellow papers turned into black ashes as they were consumed by the flames, rising swiftly on the hot air.
Li Huowang's expression was complex as he watched.
"Li Zhi, oh Li Zhi," he said, "I have burned the Joss Paper you wanted. I hope you receive it."
No sooner had he finished speaking than Li Huowang saw the black ashes whirl before him, as if in response to his words.
At that moment, Li Huowang suddenly understood the thinking of superstitious people.
Compared to the cruel and desperate notion that everything simply vanishes after death, the idea of becoming a ghost and continuing the cycle of Reincarnation is a truly beautiful fairy tale.
Throwing the last pile of yellow paper into the fire, Li Huowang stood up and patted the ash from his clothes.
"Let's go. We'll find an inn in town to rest. Everyone is soaked through."
He was about to leave when Bai Lingmiao spoke, causing him to turn. "Brother Li, Xiaoman is missing."
