In a hazy moment, Su Ming'an's consciousness plummeted downward. Before losing the last sliver of awareness, he commanded the Shadow clone to self-destruct, ensuring a successful rebound.
The icy sensation of death was all too familiar, as if he was falling into a dark abyss, unable to perceive anything.
—But right at that moment.
He saw white.
...White?
It seemed like a hallucination before death. It was like a pure white sea, gently enveloping him, a pair of angelic wings unfolding before him, someone embracing him, with pristine feathers gently swaying.
...Did he really see an angel before dying?
...What a pleasant near-death hallucination.
In the last few seconds before death, vision faded, and he heard voices, seemingly those of Chao Yan and Xiao Jingsan, who appeared to be standing by his bed, arguing with each other.
"—You killed him, why?"
"—Just trying it out."
