Lu Jun: "..."
He still said nothing, but his heart gave an involuntary jolt.
Gu Yue Na's words had made him uncontrollably recall that dream again—the cold, silent, boundless universe drifting past, and, at the end of the dream, those cold, indifferent eyes hidden at the highest reaches of the cosmos...
"What do you think, Wu Sidu?"
Seeing that Lu Jun did not answer, Gu Yue Na turned to seek Wu Sidu's opinion, trying to lend more credibility to her speculation.
Wu Sidu tilted her head to look at Lu Jun, then nodded seriously, agreeing with Gu Yue Na's impression.
"Mm... it really does feel that way."
"Sometimes, Lu Jun really doesn't feel like a normal genius who needs to explore and cultivate step by step."
"Instead, he feels more like... like someone incredibly powerful playing house in this world. Everything seems so calm, so effortless for him."
"On the path of cultivation, bottlenecks that others see as insurmountable chasms seem not to exist for him at all. It feels like he can grow stronger as easily as eating and drinking... He's too detached from the ordinary."
Lu Jun: "..."
He felt black lines about to form on his forehead.
"See? Even Wu Sidu, who doesn't know the details of your background, thinks so." Gu Yue Na spread her hands, looking as if the evidence was conclusive. "It seems that the fact you have no memory whatsoever of your past is itself the biggest problem. It's extremely, extremely suspicious."
"You clearly don't know anything about me, so why would you think that?"
Lu Jun looked at Wu Sidu helplessly, attempting one last struggle.
But Wu Sidu smiled sweetly, her expression carrying a girl's sly certainty.
"A woman's sixth sense. It's very accurate."
Lu Jun gave up arguing entirely and raised