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True World, north. Sword-Washing Pavilion.

Jiang Zhiwei took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled, striving to suppress and cast aside every extraneous emotion in her heart.

She was unsure whether Eastern Sovereign Taiyi's power was still affecting her. She only felt that her ardent love for the sword in her mind had become intertwined with Meng Qi's figure, impossible to distinguish any longer.

Even the mountain upon which Sword-Washing Pavilion stood seemed to be swaying slowly before her eyes. She did not know whether this moment was real or a dream.

Do I truly possess a self of my own?

Her love for Meng Qi felt so real, just like all the experiences she had lived through since childhood.

Reason told her that this love had only recently been forcibly implanted in her by Eastern Sovereign Taiyi.

Yet emotionally, if she denied her love for Meng Qi, then would those memories of the past—her feelings for her master, Sword-Washing Pavilion, and the sword—also be nothing but false fabrications?

Jiang Zhiwei remained silent all the way, slowly making her way up the mountain path. By the time she had pulled herself free from the turmoil of her emotions, she realized that she had unknowingly arrived outside a stone chamber.

All the vexation and anguish in her heart turned, at this moment, into an irrepressible sense of grievance.

Before an Other Shore One like Eastern Sovereign Taiyi, she had no chance of victory, whether in power or intellect.

What if I tell Master all of this...

No, I can't.

Jiang Zhiwei stood quietly before the stone chamber's door, her eyes filled with hesitation. Such obvious disorder of mind was truly rare for her.

She lowered her head, then raised it again, only to discover that the stone door had opened. Dim candlelight