The young girl walked with ease.
Having conveyed everything she needed to say to Yang Fan, and with her heart set on death, she had no other matters to entrust and obediently followed the ritual Mr. Fan had arranged. She headed toward that ethereal path, sparkling like a river of stars reversed, leading to a remote place unknown to mortals.
However, just before leaving, she sincerely thanked Yang Fan again.
She was liberated.
Yang Fan's issue was also resolved.
Mr. Fan, packing up the few implements he had brought, said to Yang Fan, "You really have astounding luck, lad, to have encountered such a kind-hearted young girl. Do you realize how rare it is to find such child-like purity in the eyes of a Yin God? It's more uncommon than winning ten million in a lottery."
The comparison raised by Mr. Fan, this vivid numerical expression, made Yang Fan fully aware indeed it was quite rare.
