"This is Zi Yuanling's memory."
The original Li Feng looked even more confused at that answer.
He glanced between the black-cloaked version of himself and the scene of the sickly young girl speaking with the masked man, brows furrowed.
"…How are we even seeing her memory?"
At the question, surprisingly, the future Li Feng paused.
For a moment, he remained silent, empty eyes still fixed on the quiet exchange unfolding in front of the bamboo house.
Then, in a soft voice, he began to explain.
"…Golden Severance is not limited to cutting the physical form."
His tone carried none of its earlier arrogance… only a quiet, almost weary clarity.
"It can sever and erase the soul… fortune… memory… and even fate itself."
The original Li Feng's eyes widened as the implication struck him.
"…Then, could we be inside…"
"Yes."
The future Li Feng answered before he could finish, his voice calm and certain.
"We are currently inside Zi Yuanling's soul."
