Li Xi brought Jiang Ping An back to her territory.
When they reached the fork separating their residences, they stopped at the same time.
After a moment of silence, Jiang Ping An took two steps forward, then turned back and bowed to Li Xi.
"Congratulations, Senior, on recovering your talent and cultivation. May your path be smooth and broad, leading straight to the Great Dao and the pinnacle."
He had not taken seriously what Li Xi had called him in the Prison of Gods before. She had merely said it to keep him safe.
At least, that was what Jiang Ping An believed.
Li Xi looked at the respectful Jiang Ping An before her. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but suddenly closed it again.
After another silence, she raised her head to look at the night sky, her tone becoming exceptionally complicated.
"Tell me, could I suddenly disappear from this world one day?"
"Senior, don't say something so disheartening. Your cultivation is so high. As long as you are more careful next time, nothing will happen."
Jiang Ping An sensed that her mood seemed somewhat low.
Li Xi lowered her head and looked at her jade-like hand. "I am so real, and this world is so real, yet for some reason, I sometimes feel as though I am fake."
Jiang Ping An's heart jolted violently.
Why would she say something like that?
Had she discovered something?
Impossible. This world had been simulated so realistically; how could she possibly know it was fake?
Or had she simply experienced too much, leading to such reflections?
Jiang Ping An remained outwardly composed and replied calmly, "Senior, you really know how to joke. If you say this world is fake, then how can you prove it is fake?"
Li Xi