The soul thought of Zheng Fengsheng, also condensed into human form, now appeared in front of Xie Xuanyi; even though he took shape through Divine Thought, he was seated in a wheelchair, looking sickly and frail.
"That Taoist, wasn't he quite strange?"
With self-deprecating laughter, Zheng Fengsheng spoke softly, "That day, I actually talked with him for a long time. He told me everything has a spirit, everything has an end, and that I should cherish every day to come, because 'Chu Guo' saved me, giving me this second life."
"But even given a second life, wouldn't the end eventually come?"
With narrowed eyes, Zheng Fengsheng remarked reflectively, "In these ten years, sometimes I've been extremely happy, at other times terrified. People always fear the unknown, dread death. I wanted to know where the 'end' of this second life would be. Now, I think I know... it might be today."
While speaking these words.
There was no fear in Zheng Fengsheng's tone, nor any trembling.
Calm.
