In the dimly lit farmhouse courtyard, Li Huowang trembled as he pressed a hand to the knife tip jutting from his chest, staring in shock at the double-pupiled Li Huowang who looked exactly like him.
"You... I..." His face pale from blood loss, Li Huowang staggered backward. The sudden turn of events had thrown his mind into chaos, torn between the Hong Zhong his doppelgänger had mentioned and his own impending death.
Just as Li Huowang was about to collapse, his fellow disciples rushed to his side, anxiously supporting him.
Long, black fingernails trembled toward the knife tip in Li Huowang's chest, but before they could touch it, they recoiled sharply and struck hard against a pale drumhead.
