In the midst of giggles, Zhenzhen's figure gradually faded away, vanishing into the void of the universe. Chu Mo stood alone in the void, silent for a very long time. He couldn't bring himself to trust Zhenzhen's words completely, believing them maybe seventy or eighty percent at most. He didn't buy that her intentions were so simple—helping out in times of trouble warranted her taking such immense risks every year and betraying the Luotian Imperial Clan? Please, even kids wouldn't fall for that!
The witch most likely initially thought to use this as leverage against him, but why she later changed her mind remained unknown. One thing was for sure, her real motives were anything but simple.
As for all this, Chu Mo didn't really care that much. Even if Zhenzhen went around claiming that she was Chu Mo, no one could prove it anyway. At most, it would just be a bit of trouble. Chu Mo still had great faith in the mask left to him by his mother.
