Reasoning with ghosts—this was something Elder Peach had never considered. Dusk had fallen, and Zachary Justice was somewhat drunk, having gone days without alcohol and now drinking heavily. The scholar had already left, accepting Zachary Justice's suggestion.
"Can you really reason with them, Master Justice?"
Seeing Zachary Justice sober up, Elder Peach asked. Zachary Justice smiled, nodded, then shook his head.
"Half and half. Many things in this world are just like that. Because of hatred, anger, fear, and sorrow, and the lack of sincerity, so many tragedies are born. Partings between life and death are the same."
It was as if Zachary Justice had said these words for Elder Peach's benefit. He lowered his head in reflection, thinking again of his master. He had followed his master for decades since childhood, but the two had always been respectful yet distant, never truly communicating. One was the master, the other the disciple—that was all.
"Anyway, I don't care. That guy was generous enough—he gave us so much food."
Zhang Anle hugged a large bundle of food, looking delighted. Master Zachary Wu glanced at the sun from time to time.
"What's wrong, Wu? Are you worried?"
Master Zachary Wu nodded.
"Master, are you really not going to intervene?"