However, Nangong Jin's next words left him stunned.
"Have you realized, Brother Pei? I was deceived."
"Junior Sister, you…"
Nangong Jin calmly lifted the porcelain cup. She lowered her gaze to her reflection in the tea, her voice as faint as a sigh.
"When the Forgetfulness Dao reaches the Extreme Realm, a Cultivator retracts all of their spiritual focus from its chaotic, outward projection, and instead concentrates it entirely on themself.
"Through this careful self-examination, I discovered the flaws in that person's deception from all those years ago."
Pei Yuhang immediately clenched his fists, his voice laced with urgency.
"Junior Sister Nangong, once you realized you'd been tricked, why didn't you tell me what you'd been through right away!"
Nangong Jin slowly shook her head, a few strands of dark hair slipping from her shoulder. Her gaze was terrifyingly calm, like a pool of stagnant water without a single ripple.
"Because it would have been pointless."
