Li Huowang gently held his own wound, moving slowly, until he reached Jingxin's room. He laboriously sat down against the wall.
"Even you can't deal with Master Danyang?" Li Huowang asked.
"Of course, we can, as long as we kill you, that will do."
Jingxin's words drew a laugh from Li Huowang, "I didn't expect the nun to be quite the comedian."
"I'm not joking with you. Master Danyang's essence has now fully rooted in you; you are one of his three unfinished corpses."
"You want to live and yet detach from your master, this is indeed a delicate task; after all, you are too deeply connected. One could say that you now are almost half a Master Danyang, which is also why I didn't directly peel that Black Taishui from your stomach, because at this point it is not only Master Danyang but also you."
