Beside a massive, slanted pillar, Li Huowang stared at Hong Zhong, at the follower of the Sitting Oblivion Path before him, and listened as he poured his heart out.
After he finished venting everything, the expressionless Li Huowang paused for a moment before speaking. "You're faking it, aren't you? At a time like this, what's the point?"
Hearing Li Huowang's words, Hong Zhong stared blankly for a few seconds. Then, with a forceful swipe of his hand, the melted face reverted to the patterned visage of Hong Zhong. The impassioned expression from moments before had vanished without a trace.
"Not bad, Li Huowang. You actually saw through it. You're not so stupid after all."
