He just sat there quietly like that, as if he had been so since time immemorial, and as if he were waiting for something.
In fact, there was one thing Lu Qing had not told Qiu Ruofeng and the others.
It was that he vaguely felt that Qing sitting there in meditation seemed not merely to have fallen, just that simple.
It seemed he was suppressing something.
That feeling was faint and elusive, yet it truly existed.
As if beneath the throne, within that endless darkness, something was being firmly pinned down by Qing's corpse, unable to move.
But this was only his conjecture, with no evidence.
Moreover, he had not lied.
With this Divine Thought Avatar of his current one, he indeed had no way to deal with this corpse.
He even felt that even if his true body came, it might not be able to so much as stir Qing's corpse.
At most he could use his Superpower to probe its details and see whether he could discover anything.
