Upon hearing the master's words, Yue Qingqing was taken aback.
But Jiang Jingze looked even more puzzled, lowering his head to check something on his phone.
"Should we call the police if we encounter a lunatic?"
The old man leaned back against the chair, clearly speaking in a loud voice, yet the nearby tables seemed unable to see or hear him.
No one even cast a curious glance, allowing the old man to ramble on with his "crazy talk" as if he were invisible.
"It's a long story, Qingqing, do you remember how you died?"
Yue Qingqing nodded, "Struck dead by a lightning bolt sent by the Heavenly Dao."
"Did it hurt?"
Yue Qingqing thought for a moment, "It didn't feel particularly painful."
