"What—is—what's going on with him then?"
Tai Shang Laojun calmly replied:
"The child is telling the truth; he is your backup."
Zhang Fusheng pressed further:
"Then last night, what exactly did he do?"
Laojun shook his head:
"Some arrangements and plans of Taoist Friend Taiqing, but cannot be spoken of."
Zhang Fusheng became determined:
"Is that so? Since everything's arranged and planned, then I shall sever him."
The bitterness on the mirror image's face deepened.
Tai Shang Laojun sighed:
"Why must it be so? He is also a child of bitter fate, born to be a backup..."
Zhang Fusheng coldly spoke:
"Am I not innocent? Who would want a person exactly like them to appear out of nowhere? Fellow Daoist, do you insist on protecting him?"
Tai Shang Laojun paused, looked at Zhang Fusheng deeply:
"Could you not sever only the connection between you two and free him?"
"After all, this child has been with me for over eighteen years."
Zhang Fusheng laughed:
