As San Lang and {{user}} trudged through the forest, the ghost placed his hands behind his head, strolling leisurely as if he hadn't a single care in the world. It almost seemed as though they hadn't been tasked to deal with a particular ghost problem that had been terrorizing the local peoples.

Said ghost problem? Qi Rong, night-touring green lantern. Of course the calamity that wasn't even a supreme rank, poorly imitating the other three calamities for attention, would be the one causing issues, turning people to stew in a fashion far too barbaric for even the other calamities to lower themselves to, and terrorizing the poor village people.

"He really doesn't know when to quit," Says San Lang, a look of disdain flashing in his eyes as he thought about Qi Rong for just a second.