The Authority of the Night Prisoner

All the commotion and confrontation vanished in an instant.

Yet Lu Xin remained standing where he was, an extremely strange feeling rising in his heart.

Had what happened just now been an illusion or reality?

Had he truly fought this old man, or had they only clashed on the mental level?

An intensely torn feeling emerged..

Now, Lu Xin's mental state had stabilized. He had even mastered the power of illusion, able to cast illusions himself while also seeing through the falsehoods of others. Yet at this moment, he unexpectedly could not distinguish whether what had just happened was real or fake.

"You..."

Just as Lu Xin was savoring the scenes of their confrontation, Mom's voice sounded from behind him.

Her emotions seemed to have fluctuated. Unable to bear it, she asked with some confusion, "If you never intended to fight to the end, why did you do this?"

"Why were you willing to sacrifice your eyes for a test of this level?"

"..."

Lu Xin did not need to turn around to imagine Mom's expression: a trace of pity in her eyes, mixed with emotion.

Opposite Lu Xin, the blind old man seemed to sense Mom's pity as well. A gentle smile slowly appeared on his aged, feeble face, and he even tried to reassure her. "Don't worry. Actually, my eyes had gone blind long ago..."

"The moment I could no longer see the truth."

"To use these useless eyes to see a new existence is something worth being comforted by."

"..."

"..."

Mom said nothing more, only letting out a deep sigh.

Not the slightest trace of hostility remained on the old man. He did not even pay any further attention to the black box.

He slowly extended both hands and felt along the backs of