"Brother Zhuge, it seems the Sitting Oblivion Path truly believes it's me," Li Huowang said, turning to look solemnly at Zhuge Yuan beside him.
He never imagined that the Sitting Oblivion Path would actually steal his spindle and weapons, and completely disguise itself as him, inside and out.
That bastard must have made his move when I fell into an illusion in the water. In fact, that sudden hallucination was probably his doing, too! Come to think of it, when I woke up in that so-called White Tower Prison, there was an idiot right next to me. Maybe that person was one of the Sitting Oblivion Path's projections.
"And more! I saw someone in your belly earlier, too! Who knows, maybe that person was waiting in there just for you," the Monk reminded him with concern.
"Tsk tsk tsk." Hong Zhong walked over and circled the corpse a few times. He then joined his palms together, mimicking the Monk's ceremony for the dead.
