A few days later, no matter how shocking the things he had experienced before, Li Huowang had already calmed down again.
He stood by the window, his face clouded, silently watching the Sitting Oblivion Path floating in the distance.
Opposite him, that Sitting Oblivion Path without face or eyes was sitting atop Peng Longteng's shoulder, with a mocking smile—or not quite—on its face, staring back at Li Huowang.
"There's no need for me to get worked up. It's just a hallucination. Nothing more. Not like it's the first time—so many debts, what's a few more lice?" Li Huowang comforted himself in his mind.
"Given its nature, it'll definitely interfere with me someday. But now that I know this brat is a liar, as long as I treat everything he says as bullshit, it can't affect me."
"Is it really that simple? Maybe not?" That Sitting Oblivion Path raised its hand, looking over its own palm. "Within your divine sense, you've got us few things hanging about. That's a big problem, you know~"
