The Guardian is a natural-born spirit, Feng Jun had considered this possibility, but he still found it hard to accept, "Are you two enemies?"
"Enemies from long ago, just opposing camps," Jing Ling snorted lightly, but didn't want to expound further, "But it's truly not my nemesis."
"Alright then," Feng Jun quickly accepted this reality, "You're the spirit of the Yin-Yang Mirror, but looking at this situation, is the Yin-Yang Mirror no longer in existence... After all, even fakes are posing as the real thing now."
"The Yin-Yang Mirror indeed doesn't exist anymore," a faint black smoke appeared in front of Feng Jun, "I reside here using fragments of the Yin-Yang Mirror, not going back to Earth to fight for those celestial opportunities, quite accommodating, right?"
"Indeed very accommodating," Feng Jun nodded, "If you don't strong-arm me, I would truly sympathize with you."
"Me, strong-arm you?" The black fog snorted, "I'm always about fairness, you know?"
