"Can you tell me now?"
"Some underlying laws were broken during the process of building your clone body. Therefore, even if you possess a spiritual power of level nine, it will be more difficult for you to upgrade your spiritual power to level ten as compared to other people. Besides that, your body has a major flaw which is that it cannot practice the arts of immortality. It means that you have a normal lifespan just like any ordinary human. However, you will be able to retain the same appearance until you die…" Di Fuyi started to explain.
Mo Zhao's face changed slightly. At first, he did not care about what Di Fuyi had said as he had not mentioned anything about his hidden illness. However, he started to feel unhappy after he had listened to what Di Fuyi had just said.
How could there still be another fatal flaw even after being castrated? Long Fan never told him about this! Was it true or was Di Fuyi trying to hoodwink him?
"What else?" Mo Zhao continued to ask.
Di Fuyi answered casually, "What else? I will need to check your pulse before I can tell you anything else."
Mo Zhao was stunned for a few seconds before he smiled. "What are you trying to do?"
Di Fuyi stared at him. "Are you afraid of me? I have been tortured by you so badly."
Mo Zhao sneered. "I am not afraid of you. Well, I will let you check my pulse."
He laughed at himself for being suspicious. Di Fuyi was all chained up, and the Spiritual Chain had eliminated his spiritual powers. Even if he had any tricks up his sleeves, he was not capable of executing them at this moment.
He extended his wrist towards Di Fuyi. Di Fuyi could still move his fingers in a small radius, so he took a moment to check Mo Zhao's pulse.
The room was sweltering, and Di Fuyi was sweating . However, his fingers were extremely cold like an ice bar. When he touched Mo Zhao's wrist, Mo Zhao was shocked and thought that Di Fuyi was trying to play a trick. He was about to move away but decided against it as he realized that Di Fuyi was, in fact, serious about checking his pulse. Therefore Mo Zhao decided to stay a little while longer. He quietly pinched his fingers together to create a spell with his other hand. If Di Fuyi tried to act strangely, he would strike him with his spell!
Nevertheless, Di Fuyi did not pull any stunts and continued checking his pulse. After a moment he moved his hand away and looked at Mo Zhao. He chuckled. "It seems like a human error caused your hidden illness."
Mo Zhao remained silent.
What Di Fuyi had just said struck him hard. He took a deep breath and asked, "What do you mean?"
Di Fuyi did not say anything and instead closed his eyes. "I am tired. You can leave now."
Mo Zhao was stunned. He looked at him for a while and asked, "Do you know anything about my hidden illness?"
"I am hungry and thirsty." Di Fuyi sighed.
Mo Zhao was speechless.
After a while, a waiter finally brought a bowl of pear lotus porridge for him.
Mo Zhao did not want to feed him, but Di Fuyi was very fussy. He did not want to allow the waiter to feed him. Mo Zhao unlocked another chain for him so that he could feed himself.
Finally, Di Fuyi finished eating the porridge, and Mo Zhao stood there eagerly for him to reveal his answer. However, Di Fuyi did not reveal the answer right away. Instead, he asked Mo Zhao to press one spot on his chest and asked him if he felt pain.
Sure enough, Mo Zhao felt pain as if he had been stung by a needle! Luckily, it hurt only a while. The pain disappeared as soon as he had moved his fingers away.
He was frightened! He paused for a moment before pressing that position again, but this time he did not feel any pain.