"What... is going on?" Luo Yuxi stared at Lian Yifan with a strange expression as he turned back to stew the old hen, then quietly asked through voice transmission.
Although she did not know the exact situation, she understood by now that the Lian Yifan before her was no longer her junior brother.
"Come inside first. We'll talk there," Lin Chuan said softly. The two then stepped into the rundown thatched cottage.
Compared to the dilapidation outside, the interior of the cottage was actually quite decent. Though small, it had everything it needed, with none of the basic household utensils missing. Since it was a kitchen, the prepared dishes mingled with the faint smoke rising in the air, giving the place a touch of ordinary domestic warmth. It was far removed from the fasting habits of cultivators, yet possessed a flavor all its own.
"Is this person Lian Yifan?" Luo Yuxi asked through voice transmission again after taking a seat at the dining table.
"Yes, and no," Lin Chuan replied ambiguously.
Luo Yuxi frowned, clearly displeased by Lin Chuan's deliberate evasiveness.
"I say he is because he truly is Lian Yifan. The Lian Yifan who entered this place with us should be one of his clones!"
"As for why I say he isn't, it's because the identity of Lian Yifan is fake. His true body belongs to someone else, and what we are seeing now is merely the result of his disguise!"
Lin Chuan patiently explained. This was the conclusion he was most certain of; as for the rest, he said nothing more.
Luo Yuxi looked at Lian Yifan, who was still cheerfully busy at work, her expression complicated. No matter how this matter ended, her junior brother was probably never coming back.
"Need any help?" Lin Chuan stood and