The sky was choked with dark clouds, torrential rain pouring down in wild sheets. I stepped slowly onto the street—scenes from the living world I hadn't witnessed in a long time.
Seeing the bustling crowd with their umbrellas once more, my heart surged with excitement. Black mist kept seeping from my body, curling in restless waves.
Trying to control everything now was nearly impossible. Ever since the Seventh Ghost Soul emerged, the power within me had grown much stronger than before. The greater the power, the stronger the restraint required.
I only stayed a few days in the Yin-Yang Realm before returning to the world of the living. I had no intention of contacting anyone. From now on, I would hide among the living, slowly peeling away everything about the Immortality Society.
This was the result after discussing with several Ghost Souls—once was enough. Last time, if not for the power left in my body by the Curse Ghost, I couldn't have killed Brother Owen at the last moment.
I slowly floated upward, landing on the rooftop of a tall building. Sitting quietly at the edge of the terrace, I waited for someone—I knew he'd show up.
The city was still the same, unchanged. People went about their busy lives, day after day. My heart was calm, as still as the surface of water.
Then I sensed a familiar presence. I looked up and smiled.
"You're late, John Chou. I've been waiting half an hour already."
"Brother, you've changed a lot. I almost didn't recognize you. Your aura—it's nothing like it used to be."