The old man had not expected Jiang Xiaohui to refuse to play along at all. He really was about to leave just like that.
He grabbed Jiang Xiaohui. "You really don't want to hear it?"
I suddenly felt like laughing, while Ye Jinghong actually laughed aloud. A Tai merely shook his head from the side.
This old man was rather amusing. All bluster and no bite—he had just put on such an unfathomable air, yet Jiang Xiaohui had goaded him into acting like a child.
"If you don't want to hear it, then I'll insist on telling you!" As he spoke, his gaze swept over the three of us before finally settling on Jiang Xiaohui's face. "Strictly speaking, that fellow can be considered the Lord. He is, and so am I."
Two Lords? That was rather strange.
The old man coughed twice. "He really is me, because I made him in my own image. At first, I merely wanted to create a body for myself. You know that at our level, we have more or less overcome the hurdle of life and death, but we cannot escape the Nine Declines. Once the Nine Declines come, this body can no longer be used. So I needed a new body. Some people do not care about their new bodies and will simply make do with any one, but not me. I only like my own body."
I nodded slightly. If it were me, I probably would not just make do with some random body either. I thought my own body was the most pleasing to look at. No matter how handsome, tall, or imposing another body might be, it belonged to someone else, not me. At the very least, I would not want to look in the mirror and feel as though