"That's how it is... Looks like Mo Qiong failed." Luo Yan sighed.
Wei Lan and the others who had fought alongside him back then had also come out. After hearing Luo Yan's explanation, they were devastated.
Master Gou was even crying in anger. Staring at Luo Yan like a beast, he growled, "You're saying Mo Qiong's soul has scattered again?"
This was too painful to bear. Mo Qiong hadn't truly been dead before; he had merely been parasitizing a data-based life-form.
Yet in order to revive himself, he had shot himself back into his body.
But so much time had passed without any change in the body. Didn't that mean his resurrection had failed?
Even after his body had been repaired, it could no longer receive his soul. Mo Qiong had been exposed to the outside world and had been worn away by nature?
He had died twice in succession—once in body and once in soul. Master Gou, who knew all this, was unbearably depressed, yet had nowhere to vent his feelings.
"Damn it, couldn't you have gotten him a robot body?" Master Gou raged.
Luo Yan said, "That was his own choice. If it had been you, would you have refused to let him live on as a human?"
Master Gou couldn't help wanting to cry. He knew this couldn't be blamed on Luo Yan, and even less could it be blamed on Mo Qiong.
If there was a chance to revive, why wouldn't he take the gamble? No one knew whether the soul could return to the repaired body.
If it had been him, he wouldn't have stopped Mo Qiong either. The chances of resurrection had been quite high. If it succeeded, everyone would have been happy.
It was just that the price of failure was also enormous: