High Martial Arts: Gains one point of health per second, sweeping across the heavens.

Bai Zhi raised her head, looked at Jiang Yue'er, and said softly, "Senior Sister Jiang, why are you impersonating Senior Sister Jiang Rou'er?"

Bai Zhi's voice wasn't loud, but it was like a knife, piercing Jiang Yue'er's heart with pinpoint accuracy.

She didn't expect that Bai Zhi and Su Jie would bring this matter up so directly in just a few words during their first meeting.

Su Jie loosened his grip on Jiang Yue'er's waist.

The smile on his face gradually faded away.

Those eyes, which had always been smiling, turned cold at this moment, like two knives falling on Jiang Yue'er's face.

"What's going on?"

His voice wasn't loud, but the chill in it sent a shiver down everyone's spine.

Jiang Yue'er's body stiffened abruptly.

"Jiang Rou'er is dead?" Su Jie's voice was even colder, each word deliberate and clear. "How did she die?"

Bai Zhi seemed startled, shrinking her neck and speaking in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz:

"I...I don't know exactly how I died. The temple said it was due to a qi deviation...but I don't believe it."

She bit her lip, her eyes reddening, her voice trembling with suppressed sobs:

"Senior Sister Rou'er...she's a very kind person. She saved my life. How could she have gone mad from practicing qi cultivation?"

Su Jie didn't look at her; his gaze remained fixed on Jiang Yue'er.

Those eyes no longer held their usual languor and teasing; only a cold scrutiny remained.

"You are not Jiang Rou'er."

Jiang Yue'er's face was ashen, but she couldn't utter a single word.

Su Jie took a step forward, staring intently at her. "Why are you pretending to be Jiang Rou'er?"

Jiang Yue'er's body was trembling. Fear surged from the depths of her soul, like an invisible hand gripping her throat tightly.

She opened her mouth, wanting to explain, wanting to say "I didn't mean it," wanting to say "You've mistaken me for someone else," wanting to say "I was just playing along."

Because any explanation would be pale and powerless in the face of Su Jie's cold eyes.

Bai Zhi stood to the side, head down, shoulders trembling slightly, as if she were afraid.

But the corners of her mouth, from an angle no one could see, turned up slightly.

Su Jie looked at Jiang Yue'er's pale face and suddenly laughed.

That smile wasn't the lazy, playful smile from before, but a complex one, tinged with self-mockery and bitterness.

He loosened his grip on Jiang Yue'er's shoulder a little, and gently rubbed his thumb against her shoulder, as if confirming something.

"You're not Jiang Rou'er? She died a long time ago?"

His voice was very soft, as if he were talking to himself.

"Then didn't I retaliate against the wrong person?"

Jiang Yue'er's mind went blank for a moment.

revenge?

What kind of revenge?

Her pupils suddenly contracted as she stared intently at Su Jie's face, trying to discern something from his eyes.

But the emotions in those eyes were too complex, there was disappointment, frustration, self-mockery, and an indescribable... relief?

She opened her mouth, wanting to ask "what revenge," but her throat felt like it was blocked by something, and she couldn't utter a single word.

Su Jie did not give her a chance to speak.

He released her shoulders, took a half step back, put his hands in his sleeves, and looked up at the chaotic void above him, as if recalling something from a long time ago.

Why aren't you explaining?

His voice was deep and slightly hoarse.

"I always thought you were Jiang Rou'er. That's why I've been doing this all this time."

Jiang Yue'er's fingers were trembling.

She recalled everything from the past ninety years: those "spot checks," those "motivational pep talks," those 10086 kinds of knowledge that he forced her to review, and all the embarrassment she had lost in front of more than two hundred female disciples.

Those humiliations, those torments, those days when she wished she could kill him and then commit suicide.

Is it all because he mistook someone for someone else?

He wasn't targeting her, wasn't scheming against her, and wasn't trying to turn her into his plaything.

He's just getting revenge.

To take revenge on that woman named Jiang Rou'er.

Do you know what she did back then?

Su Jie's voice came from above, carrying a resentment that had been suppressed for countless years.

She abandoned me.

He lowered his head, looking at his hands as if they were something worthless.

She said she loved me very much, that she wanted to go adventuring in the Chaos Sea with me, and that she wanted to be with me forever.

His voice grew softer and softer, trembling slightly.

"And what happened? She took all the cosmic crystals, treasures, and cultivation techniques that I had painstakingly accumulated over the years."

Before leaving, she told me that she was going back to her sect and would come back to me when she was strong enough to decide her own destiny.

He looked up at Jiang Yue'er, his lips twitching as if he were smiling, or perhaps crying.

"I believed it, and I waited an entire era."

As Jiang Yue'er listened to these words, something seemed to explode in her mind.

She thought Su Jie was a pervert, a demon, a madman who enjoyed torturing women.

But now she discovers that he was also a victim.

A pitiful wretch who was deceived in love and robbed of his wealth by Jiang Rou'er, and who waited in vain for an entire era.

A vengeful man driven mad by a seemingly innocent but actually scheming woman, who then begins to live a life of pleasure and debauchery.

And she, Jiang Yue'er, was the scapegoat who took the blame for Jiang Rou'er.

An indescribable mix of emotions welled up inside her.

Feeling wronged? Angry? Resentful? Or... absurd?

She wanted to laugh, but also wanted to cry.

She laughed at herself for having endured and cooperated for over ninety years, all of which was to pay off the debts of the sister she hated to the core.

She cried because she was clearly a victim of Jiang Rou'er, who blocked her path back then, and now she had to bear all this for her.

"So..." her voice was hoarse, "you're taking revenge on Jiang Rou'er. And I... just have a face like Jiang Rou'er's?"

Su Jie didn't speak, but his silence was the answer.

Jiang Yue'er closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Jiang Rou'er, you are truly my good sister.

When you were alive, you blocked my way; now that you're dead, you want me to take the blame for you.

She opened her eyes, looked at Su Jie, her lips trembled, and finally uttered only one sentence:

"So, is your revenge on me... serious, or is it because you mistake me for her?"

Su Jie looked at her, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

"Back then, I turned down all invitations and rejected all opportunities, just staying in that run-down place, waiting for her to come back."

His lips twitched, as if he were smiling, yet also as if he were crying.

"An entire era... I finally admit it, she won't be coming back."

He raised his head and looked at Jiang Yue'er. There was no anger or hatred in his eyes, only a heartbreaking calmness.

"At that time, I swore that from then on I would live a carefree life. If I found her, I would take my revenge."