"Mr. Sun, what happened? Did the expedition to explore the True Creator's temple not go smoothly?"
Sun Derrick had been trembling amid the memories constantly flooding into his mind when he suddenly heard a crisp, pleasant question. As if clutching at a lifeline, he immediately recounted the process of his five consecutive explorations of the temple.
Naturally, he attributed the emergence of those memories to a reminder from Mr. Fool. He solemnly rose and bowed, though Mr. Fool, as the recipient of his gratitude, clearly had no idea what had happened.
But it was obvious enough that this had probably been the Gray Fog's "automatic disinfection." Thus, he did not deny it, merely giving a slight nod in response.
Seeing Mr. Fool's calm and unruffled demeanor, Derrick immediately felt much more at ease. He then turned to the other participants and sincerely asked:
"Do you know the root of the problem? How should it be solved?"
"I think I roughly know what you encountered." Just as Hanged Man was about to make a guess based on his mysticism knowledge, he heard Devil suddenly speak in an unusually serious tone. Hanged Man immediately shut his newly opened mouth and waited for what came next.
Sno swept his gaze around the room. Only after confirming that everyone had turned their attention to him did he speak:
"First, your situation was probably neither a dream nor an illusion. If it had been such an ability, you should have awakened upon hearing Mr. Fool's summons, rather than only finally waking up after arriving Above the Gray Fog."
Hearing Sno's words, Hanged Man felt somewhat embarrassed. Luckily, he had been a step too slow in speaking. Otherwise, if he had been directly refuted, his prestige in Sun's eyes would have fallen considerably.
Sno seemed not