"What is Life?" Su Ming looked at the black sea and sky in the distance and asked calmly.
The sounds of footsteps grew closer. Bai Su’s father, the old man whose face was now burned with age, stopped several dozens of feet away. He looked at the sea and sky Su Ming was staring at. There was only darkness there.
He fell silent for a moment before he spoke hoarsely. "All things in the world have Lives, and this Life does not mean the state of being alive, but is the manifestation of what we have sensed from our past lives in our current lives."
"How did you determine that Bai Su’s Life was to be a stone falling into the river in the sky?" Su Ming still did not look at the man as he asked lightly.
