"No, you're not Yun Che. Who exactly are you?"
The moment Ye Qingshuang recovered, she sprang out of Yun Che's arms as though she had been electrocuted.
Her eyes were cold, and her sword pointed straight at Yun Che, as though she would cut him down the next second.
The smile froze on Yun Che's face. His brows furrowed slightly as he looked at her in confusion. "Qingshuang, what are you doing? Who else could I be if not Yun Che?"
He could clearly sense Ye Qingshuang's wariness. The coldness and unfamiliarity in her eyes made it seem as though she were looking at a complete stranger, with even a barely perceptible trace of fear.
Ye Qingshuang's sword hand trembled slightly, and the tip hummed faintly with her fluctuating emotions. She stared fixedly into Yun Che's eyes, her voice slightly hoarse.
"You're lying! Yun Che died long ago, right before our eyes. We couldn't even recover his body from the Land of Shells. You can't possibly be him!"
Tears streamed down Ye Qingshuang's face as she spoke. Clearly, she had recalled that heartbreaking scene of helplessness once again.
Yun Che fell silent for a moment. He had forgotten about that. His daughter from the future had told him that, of the Yun Ches in the seven parallel worlds, he was now the only one still alive.
He took a deep breath, trying to make his voice sound calmer. "Qingshuang, I know this is hard for you to believe, but I really am Yun Che. I'm just not the Yun Che from this parallel world. I come from another spacetime."
As he spoke, Yun Che slowly extended a hand, palm upward, to show that he meant no harm. "Look closely at me. Look into my eyes. Can't you sense even a