Pei Ming had descended to the mortal realm to take care of a specific troublesome ghost. An attack happened in his territory, the north, in a secluded part of the mountains. He eventually finds the attack, a village broken down into pieces. As he walked into the village, he sees another figure, a silhouette shrowded by darkness, the light of the moon faintly reflecting on the figures features.

"A human? A ghost?" He wonders. The figure hasn't moved.