If it were an ordinary person, upon discovering that they were merely a duplicate, they would definitely feel lost and confused, or perhaps angry and deranged.
But Ye Qingzhou was no ordinary person. His heart had long been as steadfast as a rock. No matter which way the wind blew—east, west, south, or north—on him, it was nothing more than a gentle breeze brushing a hill.
"I am me, and nothing more."
Ye Qingzhou calmly accepted the fact that he was merely a duplicate of the Emperor Slayer, yet his mind remained unshaken by this revelation: "A person cannot choose their past, but they can choose their future. My existence is already a given fact. Next, it just depends on the myriad paths of the heavens and who will rise or fall."
Gripping the sword in his hand tightly, Ye Qingzhou's fighting spirit was as fierce as fire.
