The Big Ghost understood that feeling all too well, for he himself had once felt it, as had countless of his companions.
No matter who Half Skull once was, at this moment, he was already a hungry ghost.
The Big Ghost gave Half Skull a drop of sweet rain.
"Eat it, the master said you're special, you can only consume sweet rain."
Half Skull didn't dare to reach out, and the Big Ghost flicked his finger, sending the drop of sweet rain directly into Half Skull's mouth.
"Consider this drop a gift from me for our first meeting, there won't be any more after this, don't overthink it."
The Big Ghost sat under the tree, looking at Half Skull, and spoke to himself.
"We've all had similar experiences. I once wandered aimlessly too, supported by only a single belief.
My comrades gave me strength, keeping me awake.
Though staying awake is truly the most tormenting, it was my own choice.
I am willing.
