Lu Zhou stroked his beard and nodded as he looked at Yun Tianluo expressionlessly. "Are you ready?"
"For what?"
"Death, of course…" Lu Zhou's words were blunt and calm.
Yun Tianluo looked at Lu Zhou with his eyes that had seen many, many years passed. The longer he looked at Lu Zhou, the more he felt something was amiss. He finally asked, "Aren't you, Brother Ji?"
They were both old men who had one foot in their graves. Perhaps, it was not appropriate for them to speak of death in such a facetious manner. However, as Yun Tianluo thought more about it, he felt that it was precisely because they were at this point in their lives that they could speak about death in such a way.
Lu Zhou shook his head without saying anything.
