In the Capital City, which had just experienced a catastrophe, Li Huowang looked down at his shadow with a complex expression on his face.
Ji Zai was real, but his existence depended on Li Huowang himself.
Ji Zai was unstable, and once Li Huowang confirmed he was just a figment of his imagination, Ji Zai would disappear.
Ji Zai controlled confusion, or perhaps he himself was the embodiment of confusion, always existing somewhere between being and non-being, present in a single thought.
No wonder Ji Zai had always insisted that he hold on, without truly understanding what to hold on to. Now, at last, he understood.
"Am I thinking correctly?" Li Huowang suddenly spoke up, quietly asking his own shadow.
However, this time Ji Zai did not respond; the shadow was merely a shadow after all.
Just as Li Huowang was deep in thought, Ji Zai disappeared again.
