It is said that when one suddenly lifts their head from life's beauty, death becomes easier to see.
Admittedly, the feeling is quite similar now.
Compared to the last visit, the restaurant's decor hasn't changed much.
Above this spot, there remains a slightly ornate old-fashioned chandelier.
Yet, the latter, unlit, seems to be enveloped by lifeless grey.
It's not apparent under the shadow, easily overlooked if careless.
But once noticed, it's hard to shift focus from that peculiarity.
Everything withers, good and evil turns to grey, thrusting one into a Sage state in mere seconds.
Additionally, that feeling has a certain familiarity—Fu Qian mentioned it seems like he just saw it.
Indeed, although it's hard to say it's exactly the same, there is an undeniable deja vu reminiscent of the grey seen on those bodies under the lake behind the Unseen Hillock.
Ding!
At a certain moment, Fu Qian reached out, triggering a crisp sound.
