The wind grew increasingly fierce, carrying the violence akin to withering force.
The horse beneath Bai Zhi'er became restless and agitated, shaking its four hooves, yet unable to move an inch.
It turned out Feng Fuce had found a way to immobilize the horse earlier.
The little one hugged the horse's neck, barely managing to look up amidst the raging wind.
She saw that Feng Fuce, at some unknown moment, had already opened his narrow eyes.
At this moment, his eyes were half-closed, revealing a deep, subtly dark red gaze within.
Feng Fuce merely extended his hand, and Bai Zhi'er then saw one misty white spirit after another float out from the ground.
They followed the roaring wind upwards, until they disappeared into the sky.
Just then, the little ghost holding Bai Zhi'er also became wildly ecstatic.
"I am free, I can leave here now!" He leapt lightly and was carried away by the sound of the wind.
