In the fraction of a second you nodded to me in the crowd, I suddenly understood what a meeting of kindred souls meant, grasped what tacit understanding was, and realized what favoritism truly felt like!
Alin and Mo Ranchen followed the River of Forgetting upstream, though neither of them could be sure of the exact direction of Yama Hall. Besides, the Underworld was ultimately the domain of ghosts and spirits, not a place to linger. Mo Ranchen wondered if they should find a ghost guard and ask for directions; surely that would be more useful than wandering around blindly like headless flies?
Only, how much credibility was there in the words of a ghost? It was truly a headache!
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