"Actually, you don't have to..."
He hadn't quite dared to say that aloud.
Yuan Wuwei hung up and grimaced as if he'd just eaten a sauce far hotter than he could handle.
It would be a stretch to say the person on The Other Side had meant him harm. That person simply knew him too well. Yuan Wuwei's sudden brainstorm—getting ahead of everyone else and approaching the Justice Cult in the Dream World for a Cross-Boundary Replacement—had the backing of several parties.
The military and Li Wei alike kept him supplied. Why else would Yuan Wuwei have made that call instead of hiding what he was doing?
The Living God was probably happy to see it happen, too. Otherwise, even in the Dream World, and even after Yuan Wuwei had met every requirement for the Replacement, the Justice Cult would have had no reason to let him through so easily.
The "inside contact" Yuan Wuwei had found had told him plainly that Ronan handled all the spacetime information involved in the Cross-Boundary Replacement himself. His methods were unusual. Even the Justice Chief Priest was still working hard to catch up.
Knowing that was one thing. Showing the right attitude was another.
At a time like this, obedience and cooperation mattered most.
A small fry like him could have the sharpest personality in the world and still be no more than a minor thorn. People could pick him up, toss him around, and slot him wherever they pleased. If he didn't adjust in time, he would end up crushed.
Yuan Wuwei had an abrasive streak, sometimes bordering on madness, but he understood that perfectly well.
Some people he needed to avoid at all times. With others, he could usually joke around and even push his luck, but when it mattered, he