Sword and Lyre, Drunken Forest, Evening Wind

"Senior knows my name?"

Su Changge was slightly surprised.

But at this moment, he also clearly saw the white-robed man's face.

He stood like a jade tree in the wind, his bearing transcendent and unworldly, sword-like brows brimming with heroic spirit.

His extraordinarily handsome features, paired with his fair skin, gave him an androgynous beauty. Calling him a banished immortal of the Mortal Realm would not be an exaggeration in the slightest.

Yet rather than marveling at the other man's appearance, Su Changge instinctively focused his gaze on the ancient lyre before him.

It seemed to have been crafted from some unknown immortal divine wood. Its seven strings were crystal-clear, like silken threads spun by Heavenly Mountain snow silkworms.

At the lower-left corner of the ancient lyre, two conspicuous words were engraved—Fleeting World.

The instant he saw those two words, Su Changge suddenly understood.

He had seen this man before!

When he had cleared the first floor of the Nihility Origin Tower and was about to be teleported away by it, he had caught sight of him!

Moreover, he clearly remembered that before he left, the other party had said four words to him: "At last, we meet!"

"Looks like you haven't forgotten me."

As though he had seen through Su Changge's thoughts, the white-robed man answered with a faint smile.

"Who exactly are you, Senior?"

"Why did you say such things to this junior?"

"Are you another version of myself as well?"

Su Changge was somewhat confused.

That White-Clad Figure had never explained much to him about the beings within the Nihility Origin Tower.

In any case, according to him, everything within the Nihility Origin Tower was a manifestation of the self—another him, so to speak.

"Another self?"

"Hehe, you could say that, but you could also say otherwise."