"System."
"Let me ask you something."
"My master... did he know about this?"
As he asked that question, Li Tiezhu even held his breath.
He could accept everything the System had told him, could accept that his memories of transmigrating were false.
But that one answer alone terrified him.
He feared that their first meeting at the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect, and all that gentleness, had been nothing but a cold performance from beginning to end.
The System, too, remained silent for a long time.
Then he said something laden with meaning: [Taichu is far more powerful than you imagine.]
After saying that, he waited a long time before continuing:
[Lord Si Chen knows nothing of any of this.]
[However... with his wisdom, now that things have reached this point, he may already have some vague suspicions...]
"Phew..."
Hearing those words, Li Tiezhu finally let his shoulders slump.
He let out a long breath and smiled, as though a great weight had been lifted.
"That's good... that's good."
At least there was still something real in this world.
After smiling, he fell silent again.
"Then what about all that stuff in my head?"
"Earth, Mom and Dad, those memories... surely they had to come from somewhere?"
[Time means nothing to Taichu.]
The System's answer was utterly calm.
[We are all his creations.]
[Those memories of yours may have picked up a few fragments of the past and future.]
[Or perhaps they were merely pieced together at random to help you adapt to this world more quickly.]
[Either way, they are irrelevant.]
"Irrelevant..." He shook his head with a bitter smile.
All those years of homesickness, the grand vows to "go home" he had made to the moon on countless nights.
In the end, they were only a moon in a