Yang Qing rubbed his eyes when he saw a blurry silhouette at the corner leading to his abode, that sort of resembled Lei Weiyuan's figure.
"What was in that wine for it to reproduce my worst fears.." Yang Qing said as he laughed bitterly.
"Don't worry Old fiend Lei, I know it's been a month since I did our curse-dispelling morning ritual, not to worry, starting today I will make sure to resume it in honest. The four-year tradition will be maintained.." he added as he bowed solemnly to what he assumed was a specter of Lei Weiyuan born out of his fear of the person, and the fact that he would probably see him today after not being in the courtroom for close to three months.