The young man in black looked exactly like Zhang Qing, save for an expression of extraordinary sternness. Standing before Zhang Qing, he bowed and said, "This poor Daoist, Black Lotus, greets Fellow Daoist."
A strange feeling washed over Zhang Qing at that moment. It was as though he were standing opposite himself, looking in a mirror, yet infinitely more real than any reflection. He smiled slightly and said, "I am you, and you are me. There is no need for such formalities."
With those words, Zhang Qing flicked his sleeve, and the young man in black instantly transformed back into the Black Lotus, dissolving into Zhang Qing's Three Flowers of the Primordial Spirit and vanishing from sight.
Chapter 62