"What?"
As soon as these words were spoken, both Chen Mo and Qiao Yushi were taken aback.
Qiao Yushi, enduring the cold, flew out from Chen Mo's sea of consciousness, hovering mid-air, looking at the ice coffin in front of her, her face blank with disbelief.
Have I been possessed?
Shocked, Qiao Yushi also felt a surge of disgust.
Her own body had been occupied by another.
If she were to re-enter that body in the future, what would that mean?
Qiao Yushi felt it was tainted.
This was the reason she didn't want to forge a new body again.
But now, if her body truly was occupied, Qiao Yushi had no choice but to consider creating a new body once again.
"It seems you really don't know," Zuoqiu Yiren glanced at Qiao Yushi, still probing her even at this moment.
"Of course I don't," Qiao Yushi bit her lip, becoming slightly angry—not at Zuoqiu Yiren, but at the possibility of her body in the ice coffin being occupied.
