Moreover...
Lu Jun's gaze fell on Tang Wutong again, carrying scrutiny and contemplation. He recalled certain things about her essence.
As everyone knew, the Tang Wutong before him had not been naturally born. She was more like something pieced together.
In the original work, she had been formed from the fusion of Wang Dong'er and Wang Qiuer, practically a patchwork creation.
But based on his previous observations and perceptions, Tang Wutong at this moment seemed incomplete.
The unique aura and power of fate belonging to the Emperor Beast within her were extremely faint, almost negligible.
Clearly, Tang Wutong had not fused with the Emperor Beast and was missing that part of herself.
That meant the primary consciousness of this furious and obstinate Tang Wutong before him was likely more inclined toward...
Wang Dong'er?
Lu Jun's impression of Wang Dong'er was far more favorable than his impression of Tang Wutong, who had been thoroughly steeped in Tang San's Will.
At the very least, she had seemed more like a normal person with independent emotions, someone capable of love and hate, rather than the puppet before him, whose every word put her father above all else and whose mind had nearly been assimilated.
A bold and sinister plan gradually took shape in Lu Jun's mind.
If he could find a way to strip away the imprint and distortion Tang San had imposed deep within her soul and awaken the truest consciousness closer to Wang Dong'er...
Then winning her over to his side would not be impossible.
Of course, there was a prerequisite.
She had to be willing, or at least not resist fiercely.
But what if she was determined to stand with Tang San and would rather die than submit?
A cold, vicious gleam flashed deep in Lu Jun's eyes.
That would