The young Taoist priest opened his mouth slightly. “Zen friend, I’d like to advise you—having spirits follow you for too long will harm your cultivation.”
“I don’t cultivate,” Amelia replied casually, pulling Roadman No. 1 out of the deep, dark corridor with one hand.
She would fulfill the wishes of the two children.
She would see to it that the law punished this scum.
And with some editing, the program’s recording would certainly be usable.
The truth of what happened—
She would let the world know!
The young Taoist hesitated for a moment before running after her. “No way! Zen friend, with talent like yours, you’re not cultivating? What a waste! I’ve never seen a spirit willingly acknowledge a master before.”
He eyed her with fascination. “And the thing clinging to you—is that a wra
