While keeping an eye on Xiao Zhuang, Song Xiwei also confirmed that Ao Qian had regained vital signs.
Several hours later, Xiao Zhuang woke up and, after a short while, felt much better.
Song Xiwei then checked Aoqian's pulse and transferred some spiritual energy into him, but Aoqian still showed no signs of waking up.
Song Xiwei rested her chin on her hand and gazed at Aoqian. After a while, she finally laughed out loud.
Xiao Zhuang, standing to the side, looked astonished: "Why are you still laughing? If he can't wake up, it means my spiritual power can't revive him. It was a complete waste of effort..."
"If he faked his death, giving him any amount of divine power would be a waste," Song Xiwei said casually.
"What? Fake death? Didn't you say he had no breath left... Didn't you confirm it?" Xiao Zhuang always trusted Song Xiwei the most, and knew that Song Xiwei was not a rash person.
The fact that she was so eager to transfer her vital energy and use her primordial spirit power just now shows that the situation is really bad.
But now Song Xiwei is saying these things.
Xiao Zhuang was confused by Song Xiwei.
“He was indeed completely lifeless just now, but he probably used a sophisticated feigned death technique to deceive me. Even I wasn't fooled. It wasn't until your primordial spirit power exposed his weakness.” At this point, Song Xiwei’s tone became more serious. “Who are you? Why are you impersonating him? And what are your intentions?”
Song Xiwei was puzzled. She had been keeping a close eye on Aoqian, so how could someone have switched the objects right under her nose?
She felt she really needed to do some self-reflection.
I must never be so careless again.
The still-unawakened "Aoqian" finally stirred and opened its eyes.
If he were to say he was exactly the same as Aoqian, his gaze towards Song Xiwei was completely unfamiliar.
Even with identical physical appearances, the eyes are something that cannot be imitated.
Especially the way Aoqian stared at Song Xiwei these past few days—how best to describe it? It was probably a bit like a dog seeing a meat bun.
Although it's a bit unbelievable, it's that kind of longing look in his eyes.
The person in front of her looked at Song Xiwei with a clearly unfamiliar gaze, filled with exploration and even a hint of fear.
"Your face-changing magic is quite good, far superior to those cheap street-smart disguises. No wonder I was fooled by you earlier." Song Xiwei circled around "Aoqian".
Xiao Zhuang stared in disbelief. "It's fake? Can I kill him? It's fake anyway! This fake thing actually tricked me out of so much of my Divine Power! Ugh, I can't stand it, I'm going to kill him right now!"
"Aren't you going to stop her?!" The imposter's tone was clearly panicked as he looked at Song Xiwei.
Song Xiwei remained unmoved. "You're not really her. Whether you live or die is none of my business. Why should I stop her?"
The imposter, Aoqian, panicked even more. "I... I haven't revealed anything yet, and you're just going to let me die like this? Don't you want to know why I'm an imposter?"
Song Xiwei looked completely uninterested. "Are you stalling for time? Let me tell you, it's useless. You're lying, and you'll pay the price. Xiao Zhuang, make your move! Don't let him die too easily, after all, he caused you to lose so much of your primordial spirit power!"
Xiao Zhuang was flattered and surprised. "As long as you don't stop me, I have a hundred ways to make him wish he were dead!"
The imposter Ao Qian shuddered. "I thought it would take you at least three days to realize I was an imposter... I never expected someone would use their spiritual power to save someone. My lords, could you make a deal and spare my life?"
"Xiao Zhuang, aren't you going to make a move?" Song Xi raised an eyebrow.
Xiao Zhuang kicked out, and because of the magic he cultivated, the bones in his feet could be turned into weapons. With this blow, a big hole was torn in the fake Aoqian's chest, bloody and almost made him faint from the pain on the spot.
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