"You should be able to guess, Junior Brother, shouldn't you?"
Fu Ming didn't answer directly. He added more wood to the bonfire and countered with a smile.
He was the only one who could converse with Yang An, the only normal one among the five of them.
"Is it because Life Crane holds all of your souls in his hands? Is that why you've come here?"
"Junior Brother, do you know what this place is called?"
Fu Ming didn't answer Yang An's question.
"This place is called the Gray Scale."
"We all cultivated the *Mystic Path Decoded*. We can perceive True Illusion and see Cang Zhuo, as well as the 'mirror self' and Lower Hu. We can see far too much, and the Gray Scale is merely the shallowest layer."
Yang An frowned.
"What about You Hong'Er? Her cultivation is different from ours."
"They were Master's experiments. Now that they're in the Gray Scale, they're no different from us."
Fu Ming let out a disdainful laugh.
