"Do you think the consciousness within the Bone Candle Monk we encountered on the lower deck is the same as Meng Huafan we saw at the banquet this time?"
Cen Dongsheng, after a long contemplation, posed this question to Senior Sister Jiang.
From the moment Meng Huafan's true form appeared, he had been suspicious, feeling it didn't match the first impression from their prior meeting.
It's not the appearance that's different, but the temperament and character.
"I only know that their consciousness is shrouded in mist."
Jiang Yunmei replied.
"All of them? The Bone Candle Monk, Meng Huafan, and the Snail Girl sisters?"
"Yes."
Although Senior Sister did not explicitly say it, the answer was already evident.
"Utterly absurd."
Cen Dongsheng sighed.
"So they are all of the same nature."
