"I hope that one day you can firmly establish yourself on the Other Shore."
"Brother."
Good Duck looked at the big suitcase, then at the Double-winged Skeleton, and couldn't help but say gratefully:
"Thank you, senior brother, I will definitely keep working hard."
It didn't say what it would work hard on.
— Perhaps striving to escape for its life, or perhaps working hard on its cultivation.
In any case—
It's impossible to strive to climb the ladder to the Other Shore.
But this tone was enough to let the Double-winged Skeleton feel its sincerity.
The Double-winged Skeleton chuckled a few times and said:
"Very good, very good!"
"You alone have made those cowards dizzy—"
"I have high hopes for you!"
As soon as the words fell.
The Double-winged Skeleton suddenly scattered into ashes.
Good Duck suddenly opened its eyes.
It found its wings lying on the Light Ladder, as if it had been there for a while.
"What... just happened?"
Good Duck muttered.
