Luo Yuan said nothing.
"So you simply don't know—or rather, this temporary body sustained by Black Sun's power contains no relevant information at all. Is that your 'self-limitation,' or the Reclamation Corps' 'self-definition'?" Tang Li shook his head again. "Sorry. Maybe I shouldn't be asking such difficult questions. Still, I'm holding out a little hope that the Lady Meng observing from behind you... will give us a relatively clear answer for the sake of our pleasant earlier exchange."
Luo Yuan remained silent. Not merely silent—his figure distorted slightly and began to melt, but only "slightly," before the process was forcibly cut off.
An additional force was at work in this lounge, blocking the operation of the relevant command.
This temporary body of Luo Yuan's still possessed a degree of extraordinary instinct. He made an instant decision, converting the power meant to dissolve his limbs and physical form into powerful interference ripples that swept through the entire room.
The small lounge held three humanoid figures, each only two or three steps apart, along with a tabletop, bedside clutter, and various other objects. Yet when the powerful ripples swept through, not a single tangible object was knocked down. Instead, every element comprising the indoor space twisted as a whole, as though ripples had spread across them too.
The ripples collided, tangled, and churned chaotically, making him dizzy.
When the chaotic structure of light settled slightly, Luo Yuan confirmed that the entire lounge remained unchanged. Only Tang Zi had somehow collapsed at their feet, seeming both unconscious and asleep.
No, there was one more thing. When Tang Li entered, he had taken two bottles of juice from the mini-fridge. They had remained unopened, sitting properly on the small table beside the porthole, as though time had reversed.
"An illusion... a dream!"
Once the