His mind was wandering. Suddenly, the sky flashed and his vision became white. By the time Zhen Sulong opened his eyes again, all he saw was a white world. Maybe this was Heaven. He didn’t believe in God, but if this place was Heaven, he thought he would believe in God. He would hang onto God and pray. He would pray to see his deceased teacher just once.

-Zhen Sulong.

There was a distant voice. It was clearly a familiar voice. It was the person who always taught him and guided him. It was the man he called Teacher.

-Teacher.

Zhen Sulong looked at his teacher, ‘Yang Mun.’

However, he couldn’t open his mouth. Yang Mun just looked at him and smiled happily. What was so good? Why was he smiling with satisfaction? What was it like in that place? How was he doing?

There were many things that Zhen Sulong wanted to say and ask, but he couldn’t open his mouth. The one thing he could see was that his teacher, Yang Mun, was proud of him...