He stood beneath the streetlamp. His face, his clothes, his clear eyes, his clean smile seemed to instantly erase the distance of dozens of meters, appearing directly in the four people's eyes.
None of them had been prepared to see him again, yet he had indeed appeared, so abruptly and yet so timely.
"Bai Yang..."
Qin Manjiang's voice was slightly cold, and even the moonlight seemed to suddenly dim.
"Yang?" Yan Xiao's heart was racing too. He had seen Yang's corpse with his own eyes. If Yang could be resurrected perfectly, did that mean the others could too...
"Long time no see." Yang started walking, slowly approaching the four of them.
The dark, sinister lake, the bleak, cold white moonlight, and... a pitch-black path stretching toward the lakeshore.
Bai Yang came toward them, and as Qin Manjiang watched him draw closer step by step, his heart grew increasingly calm.
When he first saw Bai Yang, his head had been full of distracting thoughts, his mind churning, unable to settle at all. But as Bai Yang kept approaching, Qin Manjiang discovered that the confusion, anger, panic, doubt, and other negative emotions in his heart had miraculously vanished like melting ice and snow.
"Should I call you Bai Yang, or should I call you Bai Gu?"
Qin Manjiang asked calmly.
"Whichever you like." Bai Yang smiled. "But Bai Gu is Bai Yang, while Bai Yang will never be Bai Gu."
"Then where did your corpse in the fire come from?" Zhong Xueran asked with a frown.
"That really was me too." Bai Yang looked at them helplessly. "I know none of you will believe this, but the me from ten years in the future really did die. I merely made use of his corpse."
Zhong Xueran was bewildered. Ten years in the