In the secluded and tranquil secret chamber, the thick darkness seemed capable of devouring everything.
Only two figures emitting a faint glow stood facing each other.
Although the light was dim, it outlined their blurry contours, creating a mysterious and eerie atmosphere.
"I believe that ghosts exist in this world."
Fang Cheng's tone was filled with conviction as he answered.
Seeing the Smiling Demon appear somewhat surprised, he spread his hands which glowed with a flame-like radiance and said:
"Aren't we two like ghosts right now? Situated within the world of consciousness, detached from reality, what's the difference between our state and the ghosts of legends?"
The Smiling Demon shook his head slightly and said:
"It's not the same."
He paused, as if pondering how to phrase his thoughts, and a moment later, he explained:
