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Even though she knew it was a dream, Shen Qinghe still felt her eyes well with tears.
Dongfang Wuya seemed to sense her gaze and turned to look at her. The moment his eyes met hers, his brow furrowed slightly: "Who exactly are you, and how can you come and go as you please in Bixiao Tower?"
"I am Shen Qinghe. Do you not recognize me, Mr. Wuya?" While Shen Qinghe spoke, she looked toward the Xuantian Mirror and saw herself practicing swordsmanship in the Simple Residence Courtyard.
The scene looked somewhat eerie as she saw herself practicing swordsmanship in the Simple Residence Courtyard.
"You claim to be Shen Qinghe, but then who is that in the Simple Residence Courtyard? I'm asking you, how did you get into Bixiao Tower, and how do you move around under my very nose?!" Dongfang Wuya scrutinized Shen Qinghe with an inquisitive gaze.
Shen Qinghe simply thought that this was a dream and that once she awoke, wouldn't she just disappear?
