Ling San stood not far from them with a bright smile on his face. His face looked the same, but not his clothes since his clothes had turned black. Yi Bing and Huo Ling immediately understood. Even if angels descend on the mortal world, they never went to the City of the Dead, much less near its periphery. They also despise the mortal world, since the mortal world has Foul, which is detrimental to them.
So, Ling San, who is even an archangel, would never go to the mortal world, much less the City of the Dead, unless he is…
"You have become a grim reaper." Yi Bing, who has always been cold and indifferent, can't really hide his surprise when he realized this. His gaze on Ling San is too complicated. After all, he was an archangel before, too, and became a grim reaper.
But, Ling San… "Yes." Ling San nodded in affirmation. "I chose to become a grim reaper." He told them.
