CHAPTER 42: CHAPTER 42: MISSING THE TRUTH

When he got to this point, he seemed to have thought of something and looked at Lu Shinian.

"Have you ever experienced the Ancestral Stage?"

Lu Shinian’s hand, resting on the table, paused slightly, and his eyes suddenly darkened.

In his mind, the image of Su Ruan in his arms, covered in red marks and tears on her face, resurfaced. Although Ruan Ruan was adorable like that, even more enticing, easier to control, but...

He still hurt her.

"It’s none of your business," Lu Shinian said coldly. "Once the impurities are cleared, get out."

Zong Yan pouted, "Not all of them are cleared."

He could feel that there were still some impurities in his body. The Clearing Device only pulled him back from the brink of collapse but hadn’t solved the fundamental issue within him.

That is to say, it might not be long before he experiences the Ancestral occurrence again, and he might become even more deranged then.

Thinking of this, a trace of irritation flashed in Zong Yan’s eyes.

"How are you so lucky, clearly with 3S-level spiritual power, yet you haven’t experienced the Ancestral phenomenon?"

Zong Yan was somewhat jealous.

His own spiritual power was S-Class, and the Ancestral phenomenon occurred frequently.

The money spent each year on clearing the impurities from his body was countless; otherwise, he wouldn’t be poor enough to model for extra money.

Lu Shinian didn’t answer Zong Yan, his tone even colder, "If there’s nothing else, go back to your Second Legion."

Zong Yan shrugged and stood up, "Alright, alright, I’m leaving."

"Commander, come to the Second Legion when you have time."

Zong Yan waved his hand and soon left.

Once he left, only Lu Shinian remained in the entire office.

With Zong Yan mentioning the Ancestral Stage, Lu Shinian’s face turned grim, and the helpless tears of Su Ruan continually flashed in his mind, making him increasingly gloomy. His brows were tightly furrowed, and a faint streak of blood appeared in his dark pupils.

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Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, it was evening.

Seeing that Lu Shinian wasn’t coming back again today, Su Ruan entered the Holographic Chamber and logged into the Second World once more.

Almost the second she went online, "Little Sweet" also logged in.

Seeing him still there, Su Ruan raised an eyebrow slightly, "You haven’t left yet?"

As soon as Lu Shinian received the notification of Su Ruan logging in, he came online. Before the dizziness could fade away, he heard Su Ruan’s voice.

He responded nonchalantly with a "hmm" and subconsciously lifted a hand to adjust his mask.

The cold mask sat securely on his face, covering his entire face, leaving only a pair of deep eyes exposed.

Su Ruan glanced at him but didn’t ask further.

"I need to go out and find some inspiration." She started to walk out, "Do as you please."

The faintly cold and businesslike voice in Lu Shinian’s ear brought him a slight joy.

His beloved Ruan Ruan was indeed special only to him.

Lu Shinian, indulging in self-deception, took fear and avoidance as marks of "specialness," his obsession with her had even reached the point where he found comfort in suffering.

Walking ahead, Su Ruan had no idea what Lu Shinian was thinking, nor did she know that "Little Sweet" was actually Lu Shinian.

Even though her subconscious sensed something might be off, the moment she thought of Lu Shinian choosing a nickname like "Little Sweet," that subconscious unease was immediately suppressed.

Proud and mighty as Lu Shinian was, he would never choose a seemingly delicate nickname like "Little Sweet."

With such thoughts, Su Ruan naturally missed the truth for the time being.