"The living are not worthy to see you? Or is it that you are already dead?"
Cheng Guang was shocked for quite a while, again somewhat unable to understand what the white-haired elder and the black-haired elder were talking about.
His understanding of this world was once again shattered by the two men, the white-haired elder and the black-haired elder.
Ideas whirled through Cheng Guang's mind, but he couldn't make sense of the situation.
In the silence of Cheng Guang,
the white-haired elder and the black-haired elder simultaneously fixed their gaze on Cheng Guang, as if observing him, and yet seemingly appraising him.
After a good while,
the two men suddenly spoke in perfect unison.
"Hei."
"Bai."
"I think."
"This person seems to have died."
"But then, it seems like he hasn't."
The two men spoke their final synchronized sentence, and afterwards, they exchanged glances once again.
In their eyes, both saw the shock reflected.
