The boy crouched in the corner, his entire body tucked into the shadows. It was impossible to make out his full appearance; only his voice reached them.
Yet that voice had a maturity completely at odds with his build, sounding like a young man of twenty-six or twenty-seven, though an inexplicable emotion colored his tone.
On closer examination, it was a weariness born of utter helplessness.
Lan Yu was like someone wandering through a dream, his consciousness pulled into another dimension.
He knew what was happening to his body in the yin realm and could also distinguish his current location. Experiencing two sets of sensations in a single body robbed him of much of his sense of security.
Boom!
It was a sealed chamber, walled off on every side, without a single vent or source of light.
A sudden crash came from outside, sounding like thunder, or perhaps something collapsing.
Lan Yu turned his head in a daze, only to find that where a wall should have stood behind him, his field of vision had opened up again. A boy crouched in the corner with his back to him.
The eerie situation put him on edge. He turned around on the spot again, but the boy appeared before him once more.
A flicker of understanding passed through Lan Yu's eyes. No matter which direction he faced, the boy always remained directly in front of him.
Clearly, some supernatural power existed within this fabricated secret space.
He stopped focusing on his surroundings and turned his attention to the most unusual thing in the chamber: the boy.
The truth differed little from the results of his calculations.
The little boy before him, the memorial portrait he had seen earlier, and the figure on the television were all Tong Guan.
Tong Guan was