"Wh-why? Why are my cultivation abilities completely useless?"
Facing everything in the distance, Li Huowang kept trying. Not only did he use them on other Siming—even when he used them out of thin air now, they still had no effect whatsoever.
"C-could it be because I no longer have the True and False Heavenly Dao?" Li Huowang suddenly lowered his head, and great swaths of Li Huowang mirrors appeared before him once more.
Ji Zai began searching within them, looking for things that had happened before. Suddenly, he gently raised both hands, and a mirror appeared before him.
Yet the Li Huowang inside was somewhat different from the past. His head was pieced together from lotus roots.
"Not bad? You really think it's not bad? I just want to ask, what exactly was that thing with Beifeng just now? Why does it feel like you were the one who started the trouble this time?"
Listening to Li Huowang's words, Ji Zai did not know how to answer for a moment. He had said these things a long time ago, but so much time had passed that he had long forgotten why he had asked them then.
After pondering quickly for a while, Ji Zai said to the Li Huowang in the mirror, "Some things happened, so I need your help."
"Help? What help can I give you? Aren't I supposed to be your Mind Parasite?"
Hearing his past self say such things, Ji Zai's heart was filled with a jumble of emotions. "Why draw such a clear line between us when we belong to the same Heavenly Dao? Aren't I you?"
Li Huowang rubbed his Lotus Root Head, now already wrapped in flesh and blood, with some irritation. "Things have finally settled down a little. Can't you just let me