Li Pan was stunned. "You... what are you talking about?"
'Li Qingyun' beckoned with his hand, conjuring the reflection of a pink-haired young punk girl under the water. Then, as if plucking the moon from the water's surface, he drew a light orb from the water and handed it over, cradled in his palm.
"You need not fear. As master and disciple, I can help you reshape your flesh and be reborn, to emerge unscathed from this calamity. Though you'll lack the abilities of a Whisperer and become a mortal, at least you can live peacefully once more. Isn't it better to no longer be entangled in future massacres, or fight over the dark demonic destiny?"
Li Pan retreated slowly, suddenly feeling a chill of dread. That fear of something looming in the void while falling through it was creeping up on him under the other's gaze.
"...What do you mean? You're the Dragon King, you are Li Qingyun, then who is this Qingyun you speak of! Why should I give up my body to him? Why should I have to!"
