"Brother Zhuge, it seems the Sitting Oblivion Path truly believes itself to be me." Li Huowang turned to look solemnly at Zhuge Yuan beside him.
He never imagined that the Sitting Oblivion Path would actually steal his spindle and his weapons, and disguise itself as him from the inside out.
"That bastard must've made his move when I fell into an illusion in the water earlier. Maybe even that sudden hallucination was his doing!"
Thinking back carefully, when he woke from that so-called White Tower Prison, there just happened to be an idiot nearby. Maybe that person was the Sitting Oblivion Path's projection.
"And more! I saw someone in your belly earlier too! Who knows, maybe that person's been waiting in there just for you." The monk kindly reminded him.
"Tsk tsk tsk." Hong Zhong walked over, circled the corpse a few times, then joined his palms together, mimicking the monk's ceremony for the dead.
