Zhang San immediately turned around and glanced at another Zhang San who looked exactly like him, only much colder in expression.
"Are you my predecessor?"
"Predecessor? That's an interesting term. But to be more accurate, I am the true master of this body, while you, you are just a fleeting visitor. Now, your journey has ended."
"What if I don't want it to end?"
"You are not the master of this body, by what right do you refuse to end?"
Zhang San was left speechless by his predecessor.
According to the simple values of a modern-day person from the lower strata of society, if you reside in a place for a while, yet it ultimately doesn't belong to you, then you have no reason to continue occupying it.
So, Zhang San looked around at the hundreds of light spheres and asked, "Can I be curious about what these light spheres are all about? Are they related to my dreams?"
