This familiar voice, this presence that was still familiar after countless dreams…
Qiao Mu's heart trembled, and she abruptly turned her small face towards that projection.
"Master?" Even though Qiao Mu struggled to move, her limbs felt powerless, and she couldn't budge at all.
"Don't move." That projection floated leisurely to her as it sighed lightly. "Just now, someone attempted to swap your soul."
With this, the projection formed a hand seal, and Mu Qianqian's likeness appeared in mid-air. "Do you know her?"
"Mu Qianqian."
"It was her."
Qiao Mu's heart shook as she widened her eyes.
"I remember now! When I was in the carriage earlier, I suddenly felt an oscillating attack to my conscious." She was still a bit muddle-headed at the time, so this jolt caught her off guard, hurting her.
