Inside the Floating Rune Warship.
Without any warning.
Ling Wuyuan, who had been silently reading the book in his hands, once again sensed a feeling of being watched—a gaze far more intense than any he had felt before.
At that moment.
Ling Wuyuan immediately understood that the Chasing Maple Dynasty had likely begun to employ its true capabilities. In a daze.
Though there was clearly nothing visibly foreign before him, only the various decorations that had already been in the room.
He could still vaguely see faint, semi-transparent thread-like things extending from his body, their other ends connected to some unknown distant place, constantly twisting and rippling.
At the same time.
As one link—or rather, one node—among those threads.
Ling Wuyuan instinctively understood that so long as he wished it.
Those influences originating from afar would not affect him at all.
He could entirely decide for himself whether to block the other party.
The actual situation was like how those upstream in a current would always possess far, far more natural advantages than those downstream.
Even though his actual level was vastly inferior to theirs.
Due to the disparity in life level—or rather, the disparity in status.
Ling Wuyuan could directly enjoy the bonuses of a special position, thereby taking the initiative in the matter.
However.
Though he held the initiative.
After silently sensing things for a while.
Even though he could completely block the other party's investigation.
Ling Wuyuan ultimately chose not to do so.
He merely took the initiative to manipulate his own power, reining in the vast majority of his influence before selectively leaking a few scraps of insignificant information outward.
After all.
He had waited a long time for a whetstone that would deliver itself to his door.
Moreover.
Even if he had already gone this