Tang Yichen listened to Ling Zhiyu’s words with deep skepticism.
Not knowing what disguise even is, it’s likely that even if Ling Zhiyu knows enough about ng Furong, she might not consider impersonating her.
Thus, Tang Yichen genuinely advised Ling Zhiyu, "Divine Doctor Ling, from now on, don’t just focus on cultivation. Try to learn more about matters outside of cultivation."
Having heard that she dedicated all her thoughts to cultivation, scarcely caring about external affairs, today’s eting reveals the rumors were overly conservative.
This is beyond rarely caring about external affairs; it’s more likely she doesn’t care about anything apart from cultivation.
Listening to Tang Yichen’s suggestion, Ling Zhiyu appeared slightly downcast and responded with an acknowledgnt.
She felt so regret, thinking she shouldn’t have focused solely on cultivation.
If she had known more about other matters, realized there is a disguise technique in this world, Chang Qing wouldn’t have...
As she pondered, Ling Zhiyu’s thoughts drifted away.
This ti, soone disguised themselves as ng Furong to manipulate Chang Qing. Could Chang Qing’s death also be...
While Ling Zhiyu’s thoughts were racing, Gu Zhiqi said to ng Yunhe, "I want to et your aunt, if possible."
"Just seeing her from a distance will suffice."
She didn’t want to bother with sketching portraits, preferring to directly et her with Chubby Chiu.
Once Chubby Chiu scanned ng Furong’s appearance, they could search the Ancient Martial Arts World’s surveillance system for the person impersonating ng Furong.
Upon hearing this, ng Yunhe was sowhat puzzled but still nodded to Gu Zhiqi.
Then, ng Yunhe led Gu Zhiqi and the others to find ng Furong.
ng Furong resided in a rather remote courtyard, surrounded by tranquility.
People were stationed both outside and inside the courtyard.
As they entered the courtyard, ng Furong was ditating within.
Upon hearing the commotion, ng Furong abruptly opened her eyes, rose quickly, and fixedly gazed at them with a horsetail whisk in hand.
Her sharp gaze swept over them, ultimately resting on Ling Zhiyu.
When her eyes fell upon the jade pendant around Ling Zhiyu’s neck, a flicker of daze appeared in ng Furong’s eyes, followed by a soft murmur, "Qingqing?"
"Qingqing, is it you?"
With that, she suddenly quickened her pace and charged toward Ling Zhiyu.
Seeing this, ng Yunhe quickly stepped in front of Ling Zhiyu, "Auntie, she’s not Qingqing... Ouch!"
Before finishing his sentence, ng Furong slapped him aside.
ng Yunhe stumbled two steps before regaining balance, ignoring the slap, he imdiately looked at Ling Zhiyu, fearing ng Furong might harm her.
However, clearly, he was overthinking.
ng Furong did not harm Ling Zhiyu.
Standing before Ling Zhiyu, she gazed fixedly at the jade pendant on Ling Zhiyu’s neck, eyes filled with soft light.
She murmured repeatedly, "Qingqing."
It was only then that ng Yunhe noticed the jade pendant on Ling Zhiyu’s neck.
The pendant seed to have a formation, and inside it, there appeared to be a... soul?
Realizing this, ng Yunhe’s pupils shrank, eyes wide as he continued to stare at Ling Zhiyu.
Could it be that inside, it’s truly his cousin who had been dead for nearly three years?
Considering the relationship between Ling Zhiyu and Xu Changqing, ng Yunhe silently took a deep breath.
Feeling as though he had discovered the truth.
Back then, ng Furong went as far as risking backlash to resurrect Xu Changqing.
Though she failed, she was unwilling to allow Xu Changqing to enter reincarnation, hoping to keep his soul in the human realm and slowly seek a resurrection thod.
As ng Furong’s bouts of unconsciousness increased, ng Yunhe’s father quickly noticed.
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