"There you go. We have a corpse now," Ning stood upon his body to the side and walked over to his other body. He took out a white cloth and properly wrapped his body.
Famir was dumbfounded seeing Ning with different bodies. "Ho-How are you doing that? Are you not a human?" he asked.
"Um… not really," Ning said. "I used to be one, but then I died and now I'm just an afterimage of my former self. A better, must wiser one perhaps, though."
"You… are a ghost?" Famir asked. By this point, Zand had also returned with Mavenna by this point.
Ning thought for a moment. "Ghost huh? I've honestly never thought about it. Maybe I am. Maybe I am not. What I am is just a consciousness that can never die," Ning said.
"Never die?" Zand and Famir looked really surprised.
"Yes," Ning said. "Although you shouldn't be so jealous of me. With how good your talents are, you can surely live for hundreds of years as well."
