Ophelina fell silent. Lin Feng raised an eyebrow.
This older sister was sharp.
"How could you tell I'm not Shanhai?" Lin Feng asked with interest.
Saying he wasn't Shanhai was an interesting claim.
Shanhai was a Shadow Clone formed from a sliver of his soul. Lin Feng could recall him with a single thought.
He wanted to know what she based her claim on.
Ophelia hesitated, then replied, "That's not quite what I meant. Shanhai just isn't your name, is it...?"
Lin Feng frowned slightly and nodded.
"Does a name matter? Shanhai might not be my real name. What if it's a codename?"
Ophelia shook her head.
"I'm not entirely sure, but my eyes tell me you're two separate beings."
"My eyes have never been wrong..."
Ophelia was curious herself.
This was the first time her eyes had given her such a contradictory answer.
The person before her was Shanhai, yet he wasn't Shanhai.
"Remarkable eyes. If I'm not Shanhai, then who am I?" Lin Feng asked.
"Uh..." Ophelia hesitated.
She looked at Lin Feng uncertainly.
"You're... Lin Feng?"
BZZ!
The instant she said his name, the air in the room seemed to freeze.
The two words that had slipped from Ophelia's lips were like a forbidden box thrown open.
A suffocating pressure struck. Space itself seemed to compress violently, leaving Ophelia with the bizarre impression that she was trapped inside a cream cake.
Under that pressure, her mind went blank.
But the sensation vanished as quickly as it had come, before she could properly register it.
"N-not long ago, Shanhai received an assignment to monitor someone. The target was Lin Feng..." Ophelia struggled to steady herself and laid out what she knew with nothing held back.
As she spoke, she raised a hand to her neck.
For some reason,