My body moved—a simple sentence to understand, but when applied to Li Huowang, it became exceptionally confusing.
Li Huowang straightened his back, staring at the red figure ahead that also straightened its back.
Then he raised his right hand over his head and saw the red figure ahead make the same gesture.
This was his body; there was no doubt about it.
Li Huowang looked down at his own form again. It was completely empty, yet somehow, he could still touch himself.
He touched his own arm and the Copper Coin mask on his face, and the illusory figure of Li Huowang out front did the same.
Right now, Li Huowang felt like a shadow puppeteer, and that thing in the distance was the puppet under his control.
More than what this thing was, Li Huowang wanted to understand how it had come to be and, more importantly, how to fix it.
