Qin Yang suddenly felt deeply insecure when he realized this.
Something so intimately connected to him had details others knew that he did not. That left Qin Yang with no sense of security at all.
Having reached his current level, he understood one thing very clearly.
For powerhouses like him, or factions of sufficient scale, anything concerning their core, victory or defeat, life or death, allowed no room for luck.
Clinging to a fluke would severely affect one's judgment, and that could be fatal.
One wrong step led to wrong steps all the way down; one step back was equivalent to putting one foot into the coffin.
Unless he got to the bottom of the Innate Insect Shell, he would never be at ease.
And clearly, Dream Master did not want to speak of it, touch it, or have any involvement with it whatsoever.
Qin Yang did not immediately proceed according to the plan. Instead, he first returned to the World of the Dead and set out once more to find the Novelist.
He searched every place the Novelist had once stayed, yet found nothing. After much deliberation, he put himself in the Novelist's shoes and deduced where the Novelist might have gone.
In the end, he found traces of someone having been there in the desolate region at the end of the Silver River where the Bridge of Helplessness stood.
Looking at the marks left on the ground, Qin Yang roughly imagined someone setting down a reclining chair, lying beside the river, and watching the water churn.
The Novelist had definitely been here.
After searching nearby, he found a line of writing on a stone slab.
"Qin Yang found this place and discovered the traces left behind by the Novelist's reclining chair, proving that the Novelist had once come