Within the Heavenly Court ruins, ripples shimmered, dreamlike and hazy. As Meng Qi's scalp prickled at being called "Third Brother," he asked in a low voice, "Help me with one arm?"
Fearing they might gang up on her, Bi Jingxuan had already put some distance between them. But though she wasn't very sharp, she wasn't so easily driven apart by Han Guang calling Meng Qi a name. She didn't rashly flee or attack Meng Qi; after all, being simple-minded and being stupid weren't the same thing.
A gentle breeze stirred Han Guang's flowing sleeves. He stood at ease, elegant and unruffled. "Do you know why I pretended to be possessed by the Heavenly Emperor in front of Ananda?"
Instead of answering, he asked a question. His terrifying aura as a Heavenly Immortal had withdrawn, leaving him looking utterly ordinary. Yet the more ordinary he seemed, the more Meng Qi sensed the Demon Master's danger.
"Didn't you say it was to pry into Ananda's secrets? You should know full well that Ananda is only an imprint now, responding in different ways according to the course of history. No matter how you act, he'll only give the answers he gave in the original history." Meng Qi remained on guard. He made no attempt to hide the fact that Ananda was only an imprint, even with Bi Jingxuan present.
An imprint? Bi Jingxuan's gaze flickered, and her brow furrowed as she fell into confusion. She couldn't quite understand why Ananda was only an imprint.
Han Guang chuckled. "Third Brother, you know what, but not why. Ananda is indeed an imprint now, but where did the imprint come from? It was formed from his past experiences and has become part of what keeps the Real Realm running normally. Unless you can overcome the Real