The moment the doppelgänger charged out, the peddler once again transformed into a shadow with soul-stealing magic.
Initially, he thought it would be a bloody battle, but halfway through the charge, the doppelgänger raised both hands and stopped.
"Do you mind if there's one more captive?"
He realized halfway through that this damned clone was too problematic.
Torturing one results in all doppelgängers suffering, so what harm is there in being captured again?
He couldn't afford to squander anymore!
If he could survive, why insist on dying? It's just cutting off the retreat!
"I've cut it off, but not much."
The doppelgänger muttered, just waiting to be captured.
The Daoist soon arrived, looking at him with a half-smile.
"Don't ask, pursue on your own."
Before they could speak, the doppelgänger had already given up entirely. After all, he'd already cut off the retreat; it wasn't his business if they caught up on their own.
