"Spring passed, yet the flowers remained; people came, yet the birds took no fright."
"Spring passed, yet the flowers remained; people came, yet the birds took no fright."
"..."
Lu Feiming sat in a chair, reciting the lines over and over.
It was strange.
His Imago would not appear.
He had clearly learned to use Spiritual Power, and could even use it to activate his "Spell Immunity" Imago.
Yet now his Imago had vanished.
No matter what he tried, nothing worked.
"Liang Kun."
"Boss, I'm here!" The bald, tattooed strongman rushed over from the washing area, a fawning smile on his face.
"You've been underground for years. You know about Imago, right?"
Lu Feiming asked.
"I know a little, boss!" Liang Kun said.
"Why could I manifest my Imago before, but can't now? It's embarrassing, especially in front of my friends," Lu Feiming said, troubled.
"Normally, once you've manifested an Imago, you never lose it. For humans, it's like learning to drive, swim, or eat," Liang Kun said.
"But I've lost mine," Lu Feiming said.
"That's strange. I've observed humans across many Epochs. In every Epoch, there are always geniuses who grasp an Imago, even without anyone teaching them."
"Boss... perhaps your Imago is unusual... or perhaps you yourself are unusual."
Liang Kun—the collective form of the Nine Old Gods—spoke after some thought.
Lu Feiming suddenly understood.
If an Imago can't be lost, then the problem lies with me.
I'm an Aspect of Truth.
I had no trouble manifesting my Imago before.
Only one thing happened in the meantime—
Damn it.
Lu Feiming abruptly realized what it was.
He slapped his forehead in frustration and muttered,
"Looks like I need Xu Yuan's help. No—this is bad!"
Lu Feiming vanished from the Pet Shop in an instant.
Ji Huairang stood