"Lord, my divine soul is unstable. If I swap bodies now, I might perish completely," Zhang Tiancheng said, silently lowering his head. At this moment, aside from his cluttered memories, he was almost no different from a normal person. He was, however, ultimately a puppet; if a better body were available, he would naturally switch. But his cultivation was low, and his divine soul had not even condensed. The risk of body-swapping was too great.
"That is indeed the case." Mu Yunqing nodded upon hearing this, his face still adorned with a gentle smile. "Then forget it."
