"You're absolutely right, so much that I can't refute it."
Mr. Su Bai stared at the figure in front of him—an exact duplicate of himself—as it slowly faded away. How should he describe this? Unreal, perhaps. It felt surreal because Mr. Su Bai never imagined that he and this figure would end up at this point together. Is it true that people only come to terms with things after death?
If this person hadn't provoked him time and again while alive, would Mr. Su Bai ultimately have killed him?
It seems like… he would've killed him anyway. After all, there was a fundamental rule: between the two of them, only one could survive. Knowing the other existed, alive, always felt like an unbearable threat and deep insecurity.
In truth, Mr. Su Bai was acutely aware that the other had died a long time ago, but for some reason, it was only now that he truly felt the other's essence was entirely extinguished.
