"Dust returns to dust, earth returns to earth, wealth and beauty all have their fate."
"However, you need not suffer."
"Just speak of worldly matters, how many lonely souls dwell alone."
"Longing endlessly, better let them rest in peace sooner..."
Dylan tapped his feet in a swift rhythm, dancing with dazzling little steps as if he were a tiny nighttime whirlwind, spinning around the Absolution and Fringe Hunting Teams, humming a tune he just learned, completely ignoring Xiao Xiao's stern face and the surprised glances from the hunters of the Fringe Hunting Team.
The previously 'accidentally' soaked robe, thanks to Doctor Xiao's superb magic skills, had already been dried, except for some dried water plants clinging to the hem, looking almost as good as new.
But this did nothing to soothe Mister Blood Werewolf's wounded soul.
"Zheng... Zheng Qing?"
