A Sigh for Qingming

Some say

that five hundred glances in a past life earn you one chance encounter in this life.

So if I call out to you a thousand, ten thousand times at the center of the world,

will you come back to me?

Xu Po are not ghosts, not the kind of restless dead bound by obsession and unable to move on.

Xu Po are not demons, either. They don't need a century or a millennium of cultivation to gain magical powers.

Xu Po are simply Xu Po.

In the instant the sun's warmth makes the sparkling dew on the tips of grass blades vanish without a trace, or the moment a dazzling butterfly breaks free from its many layers of confinement, the essence of Heaven and Earth gathers and accumulates, becoming Xu Po.

Xu Po come and go without a trace. They need neither food nor drink, do not grow old, do not fall ill, and cannot possibly die. It's just... just that they might suddenly disintegrate into nothingness and merge with Heaven and Earth once more.

If disintegrating into nothingness is for you.