Xu Zimo was somewhat surprised. "Someone actually wants to harm you? Isn't your world a lawful one, very safe? Isn't everyone equal? Why would anyone want to hurt you?"
"That's the theory, but when will people truly be equal? Some are born in Rome, while others spend their whole lives trying to get there and never make it. How could everyone possibly be equal? It's just an ideal."
"Oh." Xu Zimo let out an "oh," as if he wasn't particularly surprised.
"Alright, then who did you offend? Do you know their background?"
"Well, it's not really about offending anyone, but she and I are bound by fate—it's probably a relationship of one waxing while the other wanes."
She felt that explaining her connection with Qiao Shiyue would involve past and present lives, which was too troublesome. So she opted for a simple, straightforward explanation.
Xu Zimo furrowed his brow slightly and muttered to himself:
"If it's truly a relationship of one waxing while the other wanes, then the conflict between you is indeed irreconcilable, unless one side is willing to sacrifice themselves. In my 300 years of life, this is the first time I've encountered people with such a fate. Take me to see her."
"Sure." Shen Yunyun didn't hesitate and immediately led Xu Zimo away.
Xu Zimo had been to Shen Yunyun's basement before, and now visiting again, he noticed that aside from an extra row of jars, nothing else had changed.
"What are these jars for?" Xu Zimo asked curiously, walking over to inspect them. He thought she might have set up some strange formation here.
"They were used as a medium, but they're useless now."
"What was the medium for?"
Shen Yunyun: "..."
As she led him out of the basement, she explained what a medium was.
Xu Zimo kept observing the surroundings as they walked, listening while taking everything in.
Shen Yunyun arranged a bedroom for him: "You can stay here for now. I'm not sure if those people will come tonight."
Xu Zimo wandered around her house, moving from the rooms to the yard, all the while forming hand seals.
He precisely detected the security system and frowned. "There's a formation here."
Strangely, he had never seen such a formation before and wanted to study it.
Shen Yunyun said, "That's not a formation; it's called high-tech."
"What is high-tech?"
"High-tech is advanced technology. It's similar to your formations—some are more advanced, some less so. This security system also has levels."
Xu Zimo nodded, half-understanding. He then paused in front of a pinhole camera and asked, "What's this?"
"This is a camera. Anything within its range can be captured clearly, like a memory stone in the cultivation world."
Xu Zimo nodded again.
"How do you view the camera?"
Shen Yunyun took out her phone and showed him.
Her home's surveillance system was connected to her optical brain, linked directly to her mind. For convenience, she had also linked it to her phone.
Seeing the phone, Xu Zimo asked curiously, "What's this?"
Shen Yunyun suddenly felt like Xu Zimo was now a curious child with a million questions.
She briefly explained what a phone was for, but the curious child then asked about its working principle.
Shen Yunyun was utterly speechless. "I don't know the working principle. I'm just a user, not a manufacturer. It's like the pills you make—I can take them, but I don't know the refining process."