That simple name—Zero—became increasingly heavy in her heart. She vividly remembered the countless legends about Zero that had circulated on the virtual battlefield. He was the one hailed as the "Unbeatable King of Glory," a legendary figure who single-handedly swept aside his opponents and turned the tide. However, Zero's identity remained a mystery. No one knew his true identity, and few even believed he was an ordinary cultivator.

"He's clearly just an ordinary disciple, how could he be Zero..." Lu Qingli's whispers were blown away by the wind, her mind in turmoil. On the one hand, she refused to believe Xiang Fan was the one who shook the entire virtual network; on the other hand, the familiar mechanical sounds emanating from the mecha cabin and Xiang Fan's skillful operation forced her to face the truth.

"Or... have I never truly understood this junior brother?" Lu Qingli frowned slightly, recalling her impression of Xiang Fan. He had always been low-key within the sect, even forbearing, rarely seeking fame or fortune, always quietly completing his tasks. His cultivation was mediocre, with no outstanding qualities. However, everything before her completely overturned her perception.

Lu Qingli slowly stepped back, her gaze still fixed on the worn mech. The faint blue light filtering through the bulkhead shone upon her cold face, adding a touch of complexity to her expression. She turned and gently walked away, the wind lifting her robes and stirring a faint ripple of psychic energy in the air.

"Xiang Fan, how many secrets do you have that we don't know about..." Her voice was barely audible, and with a hint of an indescribable sigh, she disappeared outside the gradually silent courtyard.