In the boundless darkness, Chen Nan felt as light as a puff of smoke, vulnerable to being blown away by any breeze.
Looking around, he seemed to have entered a void, and just as confusion cluttered his heart, a figure suddenly appeared before him.
It was a middle-aged man who seemed kind and was smiling gently at Chen Nan.
"Who are you?"
The man chuckled softly, "No need to fear, young friend, I'm Huang Boyang."
"Huang Boyang..." Chen Nan momentarily couldn't recall, and when he did, his expression shifted suddenly: "You're that Master Boyang?"
If the person in front of him was Master Boyang, then whose body did he bring back? Could it be that Huang Boyang wasn't dead?
In that instant, countless questions erupted in his mind.
Huang Boyang nodded with a smile, "That's right, it's me. I've been dead for a while, what you see now is merely a remnant soul attached to the corpse."
