"Don't fall for his tricks."
The moment they set foot in Lanserburg, Qing Mo, who sat cross-legged in the Soul Sea, had opened his eyes. He was no stranger to this place; everything he had experienced here remained vivid in his memory. He added, "They may play the parts of two brothers, Little Left and Little Right, but they're actually one person."
"Impossible." Qian Wanyu had just sensed slight differences between the auras they emitted on either side. Besides, she could not possibly have been mistaken, unless...
"This is the Phantom Doppelganger Art. Once mastered, it lets one person split into two identical people. It works much like the Secret Art Meng Yixiao used to divide himself in two." Qing Mo spoke regretfully. Unfortunately, Meng Yixiao's self-detonation had blasted even his Spatial Ring to pieces. Otherwise, they could have taken his cultivation manual and practiced it. It might have saved their lives in a crisis.
"Where is Ninth Sister?"
Qian Wanyu's beautiful face darkened. It was hard to believe those two lunatics, who kept darting back and forth, were the same person. She narrowed her eyes, wielding her sword in her right hand and her whip in her left, and attacked almost simultaneously. The two kinds of spiritual power alternated in a dazzling display.
"Heehee, our doll."
"Hahaha, our doll."
The two of them had four hands, with a doll riding on their backs. It looked remarkably quiet, simply resting against them. They tossed it back and forth like a toy, one throwing it to the other, over and over. The sight was painfully jarring.
Whenever something involved Dongfang Minghui, Qian Wanyu's reason evaporated like alcohol exposed to air.
"Calm down. Feel everything carefully with your heart."
Qian Wanyu held her breath, utterly baffled. How had anyone found an opening?