"He had indeed had smooth sailing in the Abyss."
"The Relic he carried..."
Little White's eyes flickered, as if recalling something.
"That's right, there was a sword. Was that sword the culprit that connected you all together?"
"Mm." Wang Chuan nodded and did not continue.
At this point, everything that needed to be understood had been understood.
He looked again at the flying sword desperately trying to make itself inconspicuous.
"You should know your own origins by now, right?"
"I do." The flying sword slowly floated out and came to Wang Chuan's side.
"You are the main body, and I am the clone," he said weakly.
Hearing this, Wang Chuan shook his head. "There is no distinction between main body and clone between us. My weight is simply greater, and yours is smaller. We are both independent individuals."
"So, are you going to reclaim me?" the flying sword asked.
"No. I have already adapted to existing without you. If I reclaim you now, then I will no longer be myself," Wang Chuan explained calmly.
Yet after hearing Wang Chuan's explanation, the flying sword hesitated for a while before asking another question. "But if you do not reclaim me, will you not always remain incomplete? If you are incomplete, are you still yourself?"
"..."
After the flying sword asked that question, Wang Chuan said nothing. He merely stared at it until it shuddered again and tried to fly backward.
But Wang Chuan was quick. He stepped forward and grabbed the flying sword.
"What are you doing?! What are you doing?!" the flying sword shouted anxiously.
"Didn't you want me to reclaim you?"
"No! I was only discussing the relationship between individuality and existence with you."
"There is no point discussing that. Obsessing over such things will drive you mad. Don't bring