He remained still, serenely observing the leaf in his hand.
Within the leaf was a cute little Bei Huai head grinning with fanged teeth, screeching ghostly cries.
Before long, the mountain breeze blew, and the locust leaf drifted away with the wind, flying to an unknown destination.
Bei Huai smiled faintly, no longer persuading. After all, Mournful comes and goes freely, like a Shangri-La:
"Then let it be guided by the wind."
...
"Hiss!"
A gentle breeze swept by, causing Jin Ren to shiver.
Clearly, Mournful was filled with spring vitality, lush with vegetation, a scene of exuberant life.
Yet, after using Hua Zhiyao's identity jade token to enter this place, he felt as though he was in the real "Phantom City," falling into an ice cellar, and his soul shivering from the cold.
"What kind of ghostly place is this..."
Looking around, the mountains lay low like dragons, diving into the earth and emerging through clouds, stretching for unknown ten thousand miles.
