"The Flame Emperor, that old codger, why was he so set on passing the throne to Xuanyuan?"
"Is it because he had so many women, and I didn't?"
Chiyou seemed slightly dazed as he stared at his reflection in the mirror.
"No, that's not right. It's only recently that I've become ineffectual. Back in the day, my strength far surpassed that of Xuanyuan Huangdi in every regard."
A sigh echoed from inside the main tent.
Outside the main tent, Calamity, Daoist Mosquito, and the Liù Chì Tiānchán concealed their forms, watching Chiyou wallow in despair inside.
Calamity frowned and asked, "What's going on?"
Daoist Mosquito pondered for a moment before responding. "Honored One, you tasked me with finding out why Chiyou's fighting spirit has been waning recently. After thorough investigation... it appears that after his rebirth, his demonic soul operates far less effectively than a normal person's, and he's especially prone to depression."
