"How was I supposed to know what to do..."
Feng Yin felt a secret delight.
Damn, he's backing down? As long as he does, it's all good!
In my two lifetimes, with the ultimate talisman in my hands, if I can't handle a silkworm and make you yield, I might as well quit early!
I can't afford to lose that face!
The Illusory Silkworm really had no other choice by then, its energy fading and its speech incoherent as it asked, "If you don't even know what to do... what do you want me to do? Don't tell me you weren't here to save someone? The little favor you mentioned, wasn't it to save those two?"
By now, Feng Yin knew it was almost done.
He figured he'd backed the Illusory Silkworm into a corner, where it was at his mercy.
To push further might backfire; indeed, it's the very concept of backlash when things go to extremes!
If the Illusory Silkworm were to completely lose hope and think, "If I can't have it, nobody else will," would I even still be alive?
