Thank You, My Successor

"Don't use them." Xinyi shouted at the mirror-her and faced back to the Hutyun, "Let him go, only tie him." However, the Hutyuns hold didn't leave. Mafan's pupils slowly went up. His hands trying to unstranggle the unseen hand, fell down his sides.

"Let go of him." She said with deep concentration. Yet, the result was the same.

"You can't stop them because we are one. What they hear is me, the stronger you, not the weakling you." The black self pulled her hand and made her dance along in sync. Xinyi wanted to refuse and tried to yank the black hands away, but she couldn't do so. Her body went along unwillingly, annoyed by her weak self.