No intention of catching up with Elwood Thorneycroft, Julius Reed swiftly walked to the door of the room and pushed it open!

But the scene that greeted him seemed a bit too sultry.

In the center of the room was a bathtub, and a woman was lying in it, covered in bubbles.

The woman was entirely submerged in the water, beneath the petals, with her long black hair cascading like a starry waterfall.

Extremely captivating!

"Should I wait inside, or wait outside?" Julius Reed said calmly.

Face not red, heart not pounding.

"Both are the same," Hiddy seemed completely indifferent to Julius Reed as she gently stretched out her snow-white slender leg, playfully toying with the bubbles.

"Then I'll wait inside, it's windy outside."

Julius Reed closed the door and walked to the side of the tub.

"You finally agreed to see me." He squatted down, face-to-face with Hiddy.

Hiddy was full of fragrance, her watery eyes staring straight at Julius Reed. "Had your fill of looking?"

There were still petals on her collarbone.

"Do you want me to say I've had my fill, or that I haven't?" Julius Reed asked expressionlessly.

"You've become smooth, not as straightforward as before." Hiddy finished speaking, turned her head, and gently wiped herself.

Completely unconcerned about the man watching beside her.

"Was the letter from you?" Julius Reed pulled over a chair, sat by the bathtub, and asked.

"Correct, both the letter and the items were from me." Hiddy's snow-white body was adorned with water droplets, like a water lily emerging from the water.

Clean, beautiful.

She had a unique aura.

Grace River's regal demeanor, Isabella Warm's playfulness, and Lillian Tompson's willfulness.

Occasionally, also the composure of Eliezer Pine.

"What consequence would there be if I followed what the letter said?" Julius Reed always felt a sense of closeness with Hiddy.

In his memory, the part about Hiddy seemed to have vanished.

Only fragments remained.

But these fragments were enough to show the closeness between the two.

"The best outcome is death." Hiddy spoke of death very casually, as if she didn't care at all.

"I have a lot of questions." Julius Reed was not surprised by her answer.

After all, when the needle dissolves, the result is obvious.

"Otherwise, did you think I called you over today to watch me bathe?" Hiddy raised her head, glanced at Julius Reed, and suddenly leaped into the air!

Mist filled the air!

When Hiddy landed, she was already draped in a bathrobe, though when it happened was unclear.

She flicked her long hair, exuding a lazy aura.

"Your water got on me." Julius Reed looked at his clothes and said somewhat helplessly.

"Ask away, today I'll solve all your puzzles." Hiddy sat on the chair, smiling at him.

The sound of a piano playing outside resumed.

It was presumably Elwood Thorneycroft playing.

"Who am I?" This was Julius Reed's first question.

He didn't ask the other questions, but directly questioned his own identity.

Now, he's doubting himself.

"Who are you? I can't answer that because I still haven't determined who you really are." Hiddy shook her head. "But on another level, you are Julius Reed, the Saint of Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, the Western Emperor among the Seventh Emperors, the only one who dared to defy fate."

"But as to who you truly are, I don't know." Hiddy tilted her head playfully at her. "Next question."

"Is there another me in this world?" Julius Reed voiced his inner suspicion once again.

If others heard these questions, they might regard him as a fool.

But Hiddy remained silent for a moment, then nodded.

Indeed!

Julius Reed's heart sank.

The thing he dreaded most eventually happened.

"Where is 'he'?"

Julius Reed used "he," perhaps meaning to ask where the other him was.

"I don't know, but he should be trapped. At the very least, you are still alive, which means he hasn't appeared yet. Once he appears, it would mean your certain death."

Hiddy spoke calmly.

"There's nothing about you in my memory. Who tampered with my memory!"

Julius Reed was certain that his memory had been altered.

There were things he wasn't aware of at all.

And didn't understand.

This wasn't amnesia, but a memory wipe.

"There's nothing about me in your memory. Why trust me like this? What if today there was an ambush here? What if I wanted to get rid of you?" Hiddy chuckled softly and snapped her fingers.

Woosh!

Suddenly, several dozen women flooded into the room.

These women were uniformly dressed, emanating murderous intent!

A glance revealed they were all Great Grandmasters!

"Perhaps you don't believe, but they can capture you." Hiddy stood up, unabashedly spreading her arms wide.

Woosh!

The bathrobe fell to the ground.

Immediately, a woman took a phoenix robe from behind and placed it on Hiddy.

A fiery red phoenix robe!

A phoenix reborn from the ashes!

"I still don't believe." Julius Reed looked at the Great Grandmasters surrounding him, showing no sense of crisis. "Hiddy, I haven't finished asking my questions yet."

"Continue asking." Hiddy didn't order these people to retreat, nor did she order them to make a move.

Several dozen top-tier Great Grandmasters just stood in the room, like statues.

"Where did my memory go?" Julius Reed had to get to the bottom of it.

"A portion was taken away. As you said, that piece of memory is in another person's body. Here, I call him Osher Reed."

Hiddy stepped up to Julius Reed, and due to the height difference, she had to look up slightly.

Her red lips parted slightly.

"Do you know, among the nine sons of the dragon, each is different. Within you, exists a dual personality. The amnesia back then was nothing more than you taking advantage of your plan to topple the Dusty Platform, causing your own amnesia. One, to purge internal traitors, and two, to free yourself from the negative effects of your body."

"You're strong, unconventional, unbound by worldly constraints. Precisely because of this, you openly defied the fate bestowed by the heavens!"

"Back then, Pruitt Wilde, the imperial master, and others, were granted eternal life by fate. They were appointed as lords at each frontier, becoming leaders. But you killed those people, which was a defiance of fate!"

"Yet, the ridiculous thing is, fate couldn't kill you. So, they came up with an idea, used some tricks to implant a personality within you. Eventually, that personality will replace you; you are still you, but you're no longer you."

Hiddy finished speaking, her eyes fixed on Julius Reed. "If you're not you, then you'll follow what's in the letter, and you'll die. But if that you dies, it has nothing to do with me."

"But according to my investigation, it seems that you have already become a force to be reckoned with. Originally, the only way he could become independent was to replace you. You had to die for him to exist. But now, he has detached from you with a part of the memory; as long as he finds a body similar to yours, he will appear under another identity."

Hiddy's tone suddenly grew serious, "Those similar to you in constitution back then were only the Seventh Emperors. For him to appear, he must acquire the body of one of those people. It now seems that the soon-to-be-revived Pruitt Wilde is most likely him. But that you is still you, his style of doing things is just like yours, so choosing Pruitt Wilde's possibility is not large."

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