Sword Pavilion, Reception Hall.
Lü Yang held three long sticks of incense. Wisps of blue smoke curled around him. In an instant, a thunderous voice, like the questioning of ten thousand people, echoed in his ears:
"Have you ever colluded with the Demon Dao?"
"Do you harbor ill intentions?"
"Have you awakened to a past life?"
Three sticks of incense, three questions. Enveloped by the curling smoke, Lü Yang's Split Soul had no way to lie and couldn't help but speak:
"None!"
His voice was firm and righteous, completely open and honest.
'After all, as a Split Soul, I'm pure and innocent. I truly harbor no ill intentions, nor have I awakened to a past life. As for colluding with the Demon Dao, my main body did that. What does that have to do with me, the Split Soul?'
The next second, the Split Soul came to his senses. He then realized that everything had just been an illusion; only the three incense sticks were still held firmly in his hands.
