This reminded him of something he had once heard from a scientist who studied the brain.
"Humans cannot imagine anything beyond their perception..."
"All works of art exist somewhere in the universe as prototypes..."
"What is called creation, be it novels or movies, is merely a search through the reflections scattered throughout the universe using the sea of consciousness, and then recording them..."
"Similar stories are just processed and formed from the same source of reflection..."
At the time, Zhao Yu thought the scientist was a bit crazy, but now he felt there was a hint of truth in it.
Returning to his memories, Zhao Yu felt somewhat bewildered.
The original owner's world was very small, having rarely left this city, let alone this large courtyard.
"A servant of a wealthy family?"
Zhao Yu shook his head and then started to call out to the system to perform a vision scan.
A moment later, Zhao Yu's face showed a look of surprise and uncertainty.
