"To be honest, beating someone like you really gave me no sense of achievement at all."
Han Feng lay sprawled on the ground, his consciousness hazy. He realized someone seemed to be speaking beside him, but this was the only voice that actually reached his ears.
"You, you beast, you lowborn scum...
!"
Unlike before, Han Feng finally seemed able to communicate with this voice. He opened his mouth and cursed it in his feeble voice.
"Well said, brother, well said! I honestly can't argue with that-I'm you! Your assessment of yourself is incredibly accurate!"
Far from getting angry at Han Feng's abuse, Inner Demon Han Feng clapped in delight, laughing merrily.
"Tell me, for someone like you to be picked up and valued by Venerable Yao-that was a blessing you couldn't have earned in eight lifetimes. And you actually joined Mu Gu in killing him... heh, calling you a beast and lowborn scum almost seems like giving you too much credit."
"What... will it take for you to let... me go...?"
After a very, very long silence, Han Feng seemed to finally abandon his resistance before his other self. His voice was mournful, almost a sob, as he asked in despair.
"Let you go?"
"Then why don't you let yourself go?"
Hum. Han Feng felt himself suddenly arrive in a strange space.
His grogginess vanished, replaced by a considerable sense of relief. Even the voice in his ears disappeared.
"What, what is this...?"
He examined his body, caught between surprise and delight.
For the past two years, all he had wanted was a moment of peace. At last, he had found it.
But would he really be "let go" so easily?
"Raise your head, Han Feng. Raise your head and look at me."
At that familiar voice, Han Feng's