The young man, who was accustomed to the boundless emptiness of the Heavenly Palace, was suddenly startled and hurriedly turned around, coming face to face with a human-shaped shadow.
Its face was unclear, with facial contours obscured and distorted by the mist. It looked eerie, yet Zhao Chengxu oddly felt a sense of closeness from "it."
"You, you are..."
"I've always been speaking to you, have you forgotten?"
The figure smiled gently.
"...It's you. So it really isn't my imagination."
Zhao Chengxu furrowed his brows.
The voice in his mind was never soliloquy; some "other will" had been trying to communicate with him.
"Who exactly are you?"
"I spent great effort to finally meet you face to face."
The shadow answered evasively.
"Through repeated connections over this time... Sorry, I don't know how long you've been in the Human World, but only through the dream and your connection with the Heavenly Palace can you reach the depth of 'seeing me.'
