After sensing him for a while and confirming that he had not concealed his cultivation—that the power fluctuations radiating from him were merely those of the Saint Realm—Shen Lin finally stepped forward.
"There's a water dispenser over there. Pour yourself a glass."
The old man rubbed his eyes, still focused on the screen before him, and casually pointed to the side.
"Thanks, but I'm not thirsty."
Shen Lin replied, walked over, and sat down opposite him. After sizing him up, he asked, "You're not quite the same as the projections I encountered before."
Earlier, he had greeted quite a few living beings in those memory worlds.
Although the projections in those memories possessed intelligence and behaved and conversed just like ordinary people, they were almost all immersed in those memories created out of thin air, completely unaware of their own circumstances.
Shen Lin had also tried telling them where they came from.
However, after hearing his words, those people had shown no reaction at all, as if Shen Lin's words had been blocked out.
But this old man clearly knew his own origins and could even communicate normally with Shen Lin.
"Hmm..."
After hearing Shen Lin, the old man nodded. He stared silently at the screen before him for a while before finally drawing his attention away.
"My name is Qian Shanwu. I was the director of the Empire Science and Technology Institute, as well as the planner of this Imaginary Space memory-life project."
The moment those words left his mouth, Shen Lin's eyes changed, and his expression grew considerably more serious.
Shen Lin had already gained some understanding of the Empire Science and Technology Institute from those earlier memory worlds.
It was the Empire's foremost research institute, and every member inside was one of the Empire's most brilliant talents.