For the next few days, Anji did nothing else apart from taking the medicine provided by Song Min and meditating to recover her health. In between these moments, Song Min would hover around her and chat in a familiar manner. Anji was still bitter about everything. However, Song Min treated her with respect as a worthy opponent and not a helpless child. Nowhere in the past four days did he disclose more of his plans. If anything, he merely exchanged poetry and classics with Anji.
Jousting with philosophy was not a battle Anji thought she would have to prepare for when encountering a world-dominating, vengeful ghost. However, she came prepared with her answers. The conversation they could not have at the Crystal Lake's Pavilion, they now shared through venomous exchange of couplets. The yellow river would have been dyed red with the amount of spite Anji infused in it.
