"When I passed by just now, I saw you. At first, I thought I was seeing things."
Han Jinyue carried herself with easy grace, seeming just as surprised that they had run into each other here by chance.
In truth, even as she spoke, she was studying Zhao Cheng. When she had pictured him before, she had felt that he and Zhao Xiang looked somewhat alike around the eyes and brows. But now that she saw him in person, they seemed completely unlike each other.
Still, that was normal. Human intuition was often unreliable, especially when imagining someone in one's mind—it was all too easy to embellish them in every possible way.
As for Han Jinyue, she thought that perhaps her body and spirit had undergone too great a transformation because she had entered the Dao, which was why such empty fancies had arisen.
Recently, whether in the game or in reality, she had read quite a few Daoist texts. She knew that whenever a person's body or spirit was changing, it was at its most unstable—whether from illness or from growth.
When people fell ill, their will was always fragile, and they easily gave rise to all kinds of negative delusions. In more severe cases, they might even have bizarre, illusory dreams. The same was true when the body was developing. Many children, when sick, claimed to have seen deceased relatives, or even nonexistent children who came to play with them. There was some reason behind that too.
Science explained this as a disorderly state in the human nervous system during growth.
From the perspective of Daoist arts, it meant that the spirit had become unstable.
If one examined the essence of it, they were really describing the same thing, merely in different ways.
Han Jinyue's thoughts now flashed