"Because his blood runs through your veins. Don't misunderstand—we often say that our parents' bloodline flows through us, but your situation is different. You were raised as a vessel before, and your blood was only a little short of being completely replaced. In other words, you are entirely a part of his body, like a hand or a leg."
As Isis spoke, she glanced at Zhang Heng. Seeing no reaction from him, she continued, "That is why he can control your body. Hands are meant to be directed by the head, after all. Of course, I know what you want to say. Your body still contains the blood of that mortal couple, but unfortunately, compared to the blood that has already been replaced, that portion is far too insignificant. Trying to break free of his control with that tiny bit of your parents' blood is no different from a fool's dream."
"What should I do, then?" Zhang Heng finally spoke again.
Yet Isis merely spread her hands. "I don't know."
Zhang Heng raised an eyebrow. "What else do you want from me?"
"No, I am not saying this to negotiate terms with you. You helped me kill my brother, and for the time being, I have nothing else for you to do. This is simply a little advice before we part ways." Isis said, "Your soul came into being through a chain of coincidences. Nothing like it had ever happened before. And the opponent you must face is also highly unusual. Though we are both gods, the difference between us may be greater than that between a cat and a tiger. So previous experience is not actually all that useful." At this point, Isis hesitated slightly.
"What is it?" Zhang Heng noticed her hesitation.
"Since we know the root of