For a fleeting moment, Ji Jue almost suspected he was having a nightmare.
A reflection devoid of self awoke from the dream, a trace devoid of intellect reclaimed its intelligence once more.
Too bizarre, and too frightening.
So much so that it sends chills down one's spine...
But when those eyes, so familiar yet so strange, looked at him, he could tell it was neither an illusion nor a figment of a dream.
What's your name?
Faced with Ye Xian's question, he finally gave an answer.
"...Ji Jue."
Just like that, he took a step back and unclenched his grip on Chun Jun.
And Ye Xian, dropping her gaze to the sword blade at her chest, nodded slightly as if in approval:
"Not bad."
"..."
Ji Jue was at a loss for words, thinking hard in the silence.
Is this... simulated intelligence?
