Sha gritted his teeth. For some reason, a master as composed as him found his emotions unusually easy to stir at this moment.
"What exactly are you?"
Sha asked. This time, he was completely certain that the person before him was not the scholar he had seen earlier.
"How utterly boring."
That person's appearance suddenly changed. One moment, he looked like Ye Tian; the next, Hong Ying. He even transformed into countless people Sha had once seen.
Some of them were people whose names and appearances he himself no longer remembered, leaving only the vaguest impressions.
"What exactly are you?"
The ever-pragmatic Sha had no idea where he found the courage to once again question this unknown creature.
"Does it matter who I am? Does it matter who you are? In any case, we're both trapped here now. And just like those people before you, you'll remain imprisoned until death. I can guard your corpse and watch it slowly turn to ashes. How fascinating."
In the end, that person took on Sha's appearance, though the smile on his face was particularly ferocious.
Seeing such a grotesque imitation of himself speaking to him, Sha's anger surged.
He let out a fierce roar and charged at the person with his fists raised, like a complete brute—entirely unlike the man who usually prided himself on winning through intellect.
Yet even so, when he lunged forward, he caught only empty air.
"I can truly exist, or I can cease to exist. I can be you, or I can be him. My name is Shen. Have you ever heard my name?"
The figure appeared behind Sha again, his tone still carrying a faint mockery.
That so-called cup of tea had drawn out the deepest part of Sha's inner heart, then magnified it without end until