"Praying to that lotus flower makes you stronger?" A somewhat bewildered Li Sui followed their example as she walked over.
However, after a while, Li Sui didn't feel any change in herself and became somewhat discouraged.
Just then, a little centipede crawled by her side, ready to burrow into the pant leg of a nearby White Lotus believer.
Li Sui's skirt swiftly inflated, and a skinned dog-head burst out, its fangs interlocked as it furiously shook its head to bite the centipede.
Watching the centipede fall apart under her sharp fangs, Li Sui suddenly understood how she could become stronger—she had always simply imitated whatever her father had learned.
But at this moment, she realized that she was different from her father; there were things he could do that she couldn't, and conversely, things she could do that her father couldn't.
"Am I Li Sui, or am I Mantou?" Li Sui didn't want to ponder this question; what she considered now was her unique ability.
