"Are they... dead?"
"Dead," Su Nanzhi replied.
This was Jiang Beiyu's first time facing death so directly.
The stark opposition between the living and the departed spirits lay before him, beyond negotiation.
Yet what surprised Jiang Beiyu was how naturally he accepted it.
It was as if he had a moment of enlightenment, yet still felt as if he was just shy of a breakthrough, teetering on the brink.
Jiang Beiyu followed silently behind Su Nanzhi.
They passed through another stone wall. The young girl seemed to have never known fear. She was utterly unafraid of these terrifying ghosts, regardless of how frightening they appeared, she could always advance, her face expressionless, with her sword in hand.
This was fearlessness.
Jiang Beiyu felt a pang of heartache for her, yet couldn't help but be deeply drawn to this quality.
Her spirit beneath her exterior was unyielding and ever forward.
