The Mausoleum of Zhou spanned the space between the heavens and earth, and it also spanned the distance between Shang Xingzhou and Chen Changsheng.
They were separated by several hundred zhang, each a black dot in the eyes of the other.
But they could clearly make out each other's faces and the emotions in their eyes.
They didn't even need to look to know what the other was thinking.
No matter how much they had treated each other like strangers in the last few years, they were still a master and disciple that had lived together in that old temple for ten-some years.
After some time, Shang Xingzhou finally said, "He is already dead."
Chen Changsheng replied, "I don't know how your story from back then ended, but I know that his body is not inside this mausoleum."
Shang Xingzhou said, "Given that reckless brute's personality, if he were still alive, how could he stand to remain silent and not make trouble?"
