"You've made a mistake," Yahola's expression remained unchanged as he shook his finger at the old man. "First, there's no difference in our ages—we were born at the same time and split at the same time. The only difference is that your host is nearly dead, and you call me 'kid.' That shows that your thoughts have been infected by your host, and you're beginning to lose your clarity of mind. Therefore, I suggest you'd better change your host quickly, or you might end up demented just like them."
"Second, I've come here seeking help, not praying for it. And you will help me—why is something you already know."
The old man flew into a rage, his whole body suddenly erupting with Divine Power in an attempt to attack Yahola, only to be blocked by a wave of Divine Power shot by Simu.
"Simu! What do you mean by this!" the old man bellowed.
"What I mean is, he makes sense," said Simu.
The old man retracted his Divine Power, sullen and silent.
And that's how things stood.
