The prison cart rumbled as it turned half a circle, leaving her sideways toward this side. Only then did Shi Tiexin realize that she was naked—just as he remembered.
A Fei sneered. "A whole month of training, and she still refuses to change her tune. That loyalty is truly admirable. I just wonder whether the false king she serves is worthy of such loyalty."
"Bring those prisoners up!"
The clatter of shackles rang out as five people, large and small, were led forward in a line. The biggest one at the back was Mountain Ape. Ahead of him came the bald Mad Monk, the battle general who had been pinned down and beaten, the warrior Nora Samurai from Burying the Dead in Grand Style, and at the very front, the Rift Eye, Tangben Long.
Looking at these five bizarre figures, especially the Rift Eye at the front, A Fei's gaze flickered slightly.
Within the conceptual dreamscape of Sihang Golden Palace, everything vivid and lifelike needed a genuine soul as its foundation. Likewise, the lifelike A Fei needed a real soul—the woman's own soul.
She had cast her soul into this conceptual dreamscape in order to adjust the dream according to circumstances and deal with Shi Tiexin with everything she had. At the same time, she wanted to understand him further by participating in the dream, so that she could break him down, dissolve him, and tear him apart.
Sihang Golden Palace could not fabricate things at will. At least when the distortion level was not high, it needed grounds to make that man recall them himself. Only logic could create a sense of reality, and only reality could make someone sink into it.
What had appeared before had basically all existed in Shi Tiexin's memories. Even the Miko being petrified