Slashing through the Space Void, An Jing stepped forward and arrived within Taixu.
With Fuxie's power, not even the divine force of the Heavenly Sea Array could possibly detect the slightest trace of him—unless An Jing stood in the very center of Shenjing.
And as they traveled toward Jinyuantian, Fuxie, who had witnessed everything just now, could not help but speak. "You really are exactly like your master."
"Exactly alike?"
An Jing's expression remained calm. Stroking the edge of Broken Blade, he said evenly, "My master and I are not the same. He truly might not be able to see through the situation around him, but I understand it very clearly."
"Oh?" Fuxie's interest was piqued. "So you did understand all along? Since you knew, why play dumb?"
"Haha, play dumb? It is rare to be muddleheaded in all things."
An Jing chuckled and flicked the blade. "You're a sword. You wouldn't understand. We were all very young. Those three girls were each alone and helpless, and I went through hardship and struggle alongside them. If you think I couldn't feel those emotions, do you think my head is filled with steel?"
Shaking his head slightly, An Jing said, "It's just that we still have great things to do."
"Qinghan lost his parents to the Hanhai Demonic Calamity and wandered in exile for ten years, his heart full of hatred for Da Chen. Ye Qi likewise lost his parents to the Frost Calamity. Her grandfather is even an old gambling addict involved in Da Chen's core secrets, dead set on turning the tables, and she has an extremely unfavorable impression of Da Chen."
"There is no need to even mention Ruhui. To her, everyone in the Emperor Court is now an enemy."
"We already share the same enemies, so we