Her gaze was deep, concealing unreadable emotions.
"So that's it..." She sighed softly, a meaningful curve lifting the corners of her lips. "Are you the 'Otto' from that period? That fellow really does love meddling."
Fu Hua frowned slightly, not understanding her meaning. "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Feather of Yu Duchen did not evade the question, instead offering something startling.
"The instant my body was taken over, I activated Feather of Yu Duchen's zeroth rated power."
"I transferred my consciousness into a feather, using it to suppress the Herrscher of the Void's corruption."
Fu Hua's pupils contracted sharply as hazy fragments flashed through her mind. "Wait, I seem to remember..."
Before she could think it through, the other spoke again, every word cutting deep.
"The body you're controlling is a discarded shell."
"There is no soul inside it at all."
Fu Hua's expression instantly darkened.
"What exactly are you trying to say?"
Feather of Yu Duchen-or rather, the being that truly carried Fu Hua's core consciousness-asked coldly in return:
"Since my will has awakened here... who are you, then?"
Those words struck like a thunderclap.
Countless players watching their screens suddenly understood.
"? The current Fu Hua is a fake?"
"I knew it! How could the dark version be this cute!"
"Don't start arguing! Who says a dark version can't be cute? That contrast is amazing!"
"Help, the real Fu Hua is strong and all, but this Black Fu Hua is hitting all my buttons!"
"Lehoyo, can you stop stabbing us in the heart?! Bro Lin, have mercy! This character is so interesting!"
The viewers, who had been utterly confused, now saw the situation clearly.
This lively, entertaining character before them was actually the true Fu Hua herself. The imposing one, by contrast, was a puppet in disguise.