Next to a giant slanting column, Li Huowang stared at the Hong Zhong before him, and listened to his tales addressed to him.
After he poured out everything on his mind, the emotionless Li Huowang paused for a moment before speaking, "You're faking it, right? At this point, what's the point?"
Upon hearing Li Huowang's words, Hong Zhong froze for a few seconds, then with a forceful wipe of his hand, the melting face turned back into the pattern of Hong Zhong, and the previously impassioned expressions had vanished without a trace.
"Not bad, Li Huowang, to actually be able to see through it; you're not so dumb after all."
All the things Hong Zhong had just said were pretense, just to play with him like tricking a child in the past.
Having gone through so much before, Li Huowang hadn't forgotten that this guy's identity was Oblivion Path.
Even though he was also Li Huowang, he was Oblivion Path, and any words from Oblivion Path's mouth could be false.
