At that moment, Chen Xun was also quietly sizing up Lu Xin, observing every subtle reaction.
His expression remained calm and confident.
He could feel as though something had been trying to grab him all along.
The feeling was like something flickering before his eyes, while he could not see what it was.
Around his body was an abnormally cold sensation, like a blade scraping across his pores. It was indescribably uncomfortable.
He knew he was not an ability user, so he simply ignored it and quietly watched Lu Xin.
Still, in front of Lu Xin, he wanted to appear even calmer.
Across from him, Lu Xin sat on a tall stool with his head lowered, looking unusually silent.
"There are still some things I want to ask you."
After a long while, Lu Xin finally raised his head and fixed his gaze on Chen Xun's face.
Chen Xun slowly raised his glass, lightly gestured toward Lu Xin, and glanced at the stopwatch beside him.
Time passed second by second.
"They..."
Lu Xin paused before asking, "Where did they all go?"
"I don't know."
Chen Xun did not ask for details. He knew whom Lu Xin meant.
He simply answered frankly, "Only Little Nineteen stayed by my side. There are also many others... whom we failed to save."
As he spoke, he gave a bitter smile. "You went too far back then. You caused us incalculable losses."
"To be honest, I never approved of your project from the beginning. It was the teacher who insisted that you had great potential. Even... after you caused that disaster, he still stuck to his opinion. He refused to admit the fact that you were merely a failed creation!"
Project, potential, failure, creation...
Those words were like steel needles stabbing into Lu Xin's