Ever since he had met this pink-haired girl, Bai Zhi had found her rather strange.
As the former Yin Emperor of the Underworld, the Pink Haired Girl's achievement in preserving the Inheritance Stele Forest in its entirety went without saying. However, her behavior had always seemed rather... unrestrained.
Slacking off and goofing around were the norm for her, and her attitude toward others was equally distant. She refused to appear before anyone else.
Take the simplest example: he had known her for so long, they were so familiar with each other, and they even had that kind of "spiritual communion" relationship—yet even now, he did not know what her name was.
He had originally thought these changes were caused by her splitting herself into seven portions, but now it seemed there was another reason.
"Wait... your era is so far removed from the present, and you're still doubting it?"
Looking at the expressionless Pink Haired Girl before him, Bai Zhi found himself somewhat speechless.
—It was the first time he had seen her like this.
"Why can't I doubt it? Like Brain in a Vat, this is inherently an unsolvable proposition."
After staring at him for a moment, the Pink Haired Girl turned to look aside and gave a soft snort.
"If a person lives too lucidly, it can be very painful. Before I became the Yin Emperor and officially advanced into Myth, I had always lived within this nightmare."
They were currently inside a dream constructed by the Pink Haired Girl. She could freely shape the dream according to her thoughts, and this one was a recreation of the First Floor Hall of the Villa.
—The Underworld-filter version, that is.
"You're still doubting it now... Did you experience this kind of thing many times in that world before?"
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