While reviewing the records, Li Luo had caught a glimpse of Wang Chuan's appearance and remembered it. The figure standing amid the chaos before her was Wang Chuan.
He wore no expression as he steadily approached Li Luo, taking measured steps until he stood before her.
He said nothing, only stared at Li Luo for a while, his gaze carrying scrutiny. From him, Li Luo sensed a coldness that kept others at a thousand miles' distance, as though he possessed a loneliness detached from the crowd.
His features were also somewhat different from what Li Luo had seen in the records. He seemed to have lost his "human quality," carrying a trace of rigid "mechanicalness." His entire presence felt hazy, like an "immortal" in an ink-wash painting.
After studying Li Luo for a long time, Wang Chuan's thin lips moved slightly, and he uttered something she had never expected:
"Are you human?"
Li Luo was somewhat stunned. She had not expected Wang Chuan's first question to be this.
"I am." Li Luo nodded.
"Then leave this place." Wang Chuan spoke without expression. As soon as he finished, his figure began to fade, as though he were about to merge into the darkness.
"Wait!" Li Luo hurriedly called after him and asked, "Are you Flying Sword?"
"Yes." Wang Chuan's figure solidified once more as he answered Li Luo's question.
Their exchange was efficient, without much circling around the point.
"Why are you telling me to leave?"
"Because I need to arrange a conflict event here to reclaim this place's power. If you remain here, you may be caught in the crossfire. I will guide you out of this city. Do not linger here." Wang Chuan explained in an orderly manner, apparently with no intention of hiding anything from Li Luo.
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