The Real

Ice-White Divine Palm. A martial art that gathers extreme cold in the palm.

Apparently it was quite famous, since it was the signature martial art of a group called the Northern Sea Ice Palace, and even the fake seemed to recognize it.

But.

"How can you use the Ice Palace's martial arts...?"

Her expression made it clear she couldn't understand how I could use this martial art.

‘As I thought.’

That fake knew nothing about the ‘Tower.’

She was clearly an entity that had perfectly copied me, so why had only her memories of the Tower disappeared?

I couldn't even begin to understand why she'd suddenly claimed the name Cheon Yuran.

A doppelganger born from copying me was insisting that she and I, the original, were completely separate beings. It was hard to imagine anything more bizarre...