" You cannot joke about such things," said Yin Zhu with a slightly reprimanding voice. Was heaven, hell and death something that they can joke about?
She had to turn herself around as Situ Xun was gazing at her with a frown on his face. Though he did not say anything, Yin Zhu knew that she had to listen to him. With a sigh, she moved her feet and then turned around such that her back was facing the three men while she was looking at the large French window in front of her that overlooked the balcony.
Traces of moonlight were scattered all over the ground as the moon shone in the sky. Behind her, Yin Zhu heard a sharp intake of breath and did not know who it was.
" Only those who haven't witnessed hell and heaven would fear it," remarked Situ Xun with a soft smile on his face when he saw that Yin Zhu was willing to listen to him. " As I have seen both, I can assure you that neither of the two places is worthy of your fear."
