Chapter 2180

Benedict opened his eyes. Before him was the summit's scenery, where the sunset merged with the sea of clouds, creating a scene both warm and cold. For a moment, he felt his body fully healed, and he tentatively stood up. In the distance, he saw two old men playing chess, so he slowly walked toward them. The two old men laughed heartily as they concluded their game. "It seems you've won this time," said the black-robed old man, stroking his beard with a smile. The white-robed old man, who had his back to Benedict, laughed even more joyfully, exclaiming with delight. "Excellent. Great game." The white-robed elder turned around and looked at Benedict. He then conjured a chair made of clouds for Benedict to sit on. Hesitantly, Benedict sat down, his eyes filled with confusion as he looked at the two immortals before him. He asked after a respectful greeting, "May I know who you are?" "You've come to us, which means Anton is dead, correct?" inquired the black-robed elder. Bene