It was said that to make philosophical breakthroughs, one either had to be bored out of one's mind or suffer so badly that sleep was impossible.
So Professor Fu had high hopes for the Sunny before him.
After all, judging by what he knew of her, she could be said to possess both of those qualities.
In the end, on this beautiful winter day, Fu Qian went straight for a rather difficult question.
"Do you want to know that you're already dead?"
For Sunny, the question even carried an extra layer of difficulty.
Becoming an Oathsworn meant turning into a god's literal lackey. Calling that "the self is dead" was theoretically not wrong.
So those words were bound to hit a nerve—and make her suspect Professor Fu's identity.
"I... don't know..."
Her expression stiffened further. Unfortunately, even after staring at him for a long while, Sunny still didn't question who this person was.
Was he some mysterious guide? Had she met him before...?
Instead, she gave a strained shake of her head and focused on the question.
"Knowing yourself even less than outsiders do... Just imagining that does sound like an unpleasant experience. But that doesn't mean learning the truth would necessarily make you feel better."
Sunny didn't brush him off with a simple answer. She soon went on to explain her reasoning in more depth.
Of course, it was a muddled line of thought, fully reflecting the respondent's uncertainty.
"I see—"
Fu Qian had listened attentively all the while. When she finished, he nodded.
"So you don't want to know."
Professor Fu's ability to understand people was clearly still delivering one shock after another.
But while Sunny looked incredulous, his expression remained calm and certain.
He had just reviewed Jade Soul Master's insights: language was merely an error-filled