Watching the terrifying Li Huowang, Bai Lingmiao leaned into his arms with a faint smile, adjusted herself to a more comfortable position, and snuggled gently.
"Look how scared you are, just lie down. I'll explain it to you slowly."
Li Huowang's tense body relaxed, but his heart was still clenched tight—was the Bai Lingmiao before him the Main God or the Second God?
This was something he had to figure out. It would decide what his next steps should be.
Bai Lingmiao squinted her eyes and thought for a moment, then suddenly, inexplicably, burst out laughing.
"What are you laughing at? Hurry up and speak!"
"Sigh, it's really hard to tell you about this. That feeling is impossible to describe with regular words."
"Then just say it in the simplest way you can. The simpler, the better."
Hearing this, Bai Lingmiao thought carefully for a while, then slowly opened her mouth and said, "Huowang, do you know what makes up a person? Or rather, what is a person pieced together from?"
