They're not even human anymore; those wicked women can cry even more miserably.

He even forgot to eat.

Sistine stared blankly at the empty space before her, feeling utterly lost.

She has good news.

She regained all her lost memories; she remembered everything clearly, from the time she called her junior for help.

But he also remembered the bad news.

Sistine grabbed her hair in frustration, ruffling her long, smooth blonde hair.

What has she been doing?!

Even Xia Ya, the junior, was so gentlemanly as not to take advantage of her vulnerability, yet she still took the initiative to flirt with men?

Asking such a question is one thing, but to even try to eat him up is another!

Even though they've already rejected me, I still...

The high-class beauty has fallen into an ultimate state of social death.

So I don't want to see anyone or say anything.

Despite having an intense aversion to men, she actually did such a thing.

She couldn't believe it herself.

But that's the truth!

The more she tried to deny it, the more vivid the memory became in her mind.

At this point, how could she possibly face Xia Ya?

He actually slept with the person who saved his life!

I am ashamed, very ashamed, extremely ashamed!

Sistine buried her head in her arms, burying her head in the sand like an ostrich.

It was precisely because he remembered all of this that the pursuit that Xia expected did not occur.

She was too ashamed to even think about chasing after him.

It was clearly them who took the initiative to bully others, wasn't it?

This situation seemed perfectly normal to Sistine.

She reflected more on herself and despised herself, rather than blaming Xia.

But this was not normal in Char's eyes.

Because this was completely different from the story he knew.

In the game, Sistine will hunt down the person who helped her detoxify because she was indeed a victim and suffered losses due to the effects of the powder mist.

But where are the chase scenes in games these days?

It can't go on like this!

Sistine stood up, wanting to calm herself down.

She unconsciously began practicing swordsmanship.

But she noticed something was wrong as soon as she started to make her move.

His own sword seemed to have undergone a subtle change.

It's smoother and more harmonious, as if we're on the same wavelength.

How is this going?

Sistine was puzzled.

The more she practiced, the more shocked she became.

Why is that?

She couldn't figure it out.

But this feeling... is very comfortable.

Gradually, her swordplay became faster and faster.

Every pause, every turn, even every sword move seemed to carry a unique rhythm.

This rhythm made her increasingly immersed.

Finally, only the sounds of swords clashing and air being cut remained inside the villa.

Sistine's eyes appeared empty, but in reality, she was immersed in a deeper level of swordsmanship.

Her swordsmanship has reached a new level!

At this moment, she no longer felt the fear and panic of the past.

I no longer dwell on the burning pain in my eyes, nor do I feel uneasy about it afterward.

My heart is filled with peace and tranquility.

The sword in my hand is just a sword!

And she is just her!

Or perhaps, she is the sword, and the sword is her.

This is the purest form of swordsmanship.

The state of selflessness has been achieved!

So engrossed in the kendo that Sistine didn’t even hear the door open.

Standing outside the villa, looking up at the quiet villa, my heart softened.

Her long, sky-blue hair was smooth and glossy, like seaweed.

Her delicate yet gentle face gave her the virtuous and elegant appearance of a neighbor's wife.

It's beautiful, but not aggressive, like the gentle moonlight.

The crescent moon mark between her eyebrows already revealed her identity.

—Queen of the Moon.

She was a sword prodigy who defeated Sistine's father when she was a teenager, and was known as the Sword Saint, the Queen of the Moon!

She looked at the villa, a gentle smile gradually spreading across her eyes.

Having not seen her apprentice for a long time, she came here specifically to visit her.

She naturally had a key to her apprentice's house, so she went straight into the villa.

But as soon as she opened the door, she sensed a different atmosphere.

That was the purest perception of the sword path by a sword cultivator.

She sensed the aura of a state of selflessness.

The figure of a girl practicing swordsmanship came into view, her golden hair flying and her gauze skirt fluttering.

The silver light in his hand was like a swimming dragon, nimble and light.

The girl's expression was serious and focused; she was completely absorbed in the task.

A hint of surprise and astonishment flashed in the Moon Queen's eyes.

This... is the state of no-self!?

She knew that her apprentice was exceptionally gifted.

If that weren't the case, she wouldn't have taken her as her apprentice.

She also knew about her disciple's inner conflict; the hurt caused by her biased father was the biggest obstacle hindering her progress in swordsmanship.

That's why I've never been able to break through the state of selflessness.

She thought it would be very difficult to help her apprentice overcome his psychological trauma, and she had even prepared for a long-term treatment.

That's why she came to visit her apprentice in person, wanting to help her through this difficult time.

Unexpectedly, her performance was even more stunning than she had anticipated.

She overcame it so quickly?

When Sistine finally stopped practicing her sword, she noticed her master leaning against the door, watching her for who knows how long.

A hint of surprise flashed across Sistine's face, followed by a bright smile, and a touch of reluctance.

"Master? When did you arrive? Did you come to see me?"

The Moon Queen's face showed a loving expression as she opened her arms.

Sistine immediately snuggled up to her and nestled in her arms.

“I originally came to see you and help you break through to the state of selflessness, but I didn’t expect that my trip would be in vain.”

The Moon Queen's voice was gentle, filled with contentment.

"Congratulations, you have successfully broken through to the state of selflessness."