"What do you think Faith Game is?"
Cheng Shi did not answer Little Seven's question. Instead, he asked a new one.
Little Seven still maintained his caution. His main body had not appeared; instead, he was conversing with this mysterious Little Ten through the dazed tamed beast. He was observing "Little Ten," but the more he observed, the more he realized that the other party did not seem like Little Ten.
Because ever since the moment he had just revived, the other party's attention had clearly not been on him. It was as if, just as he had said, he seemed to have lost some qualification...
What qualification had he lost, and why? Could this qualification be related to the entire game?
Du Qiyu's mind spun furiously, but the shock before him still prevented him from reaching any conclusion. Under the influence of the Container, however, he suddenly recalled what the Decay Herald had said. For a moment, he connected the clues, making the guess in his heart increasingly certain.
Could that "He" in Yogg's words... actually be Little Ten!?
No, could it actually be an... apostle wearing Little Ten's skin!?
That was impossible!
He had clearly been helpless against Yogg's trap. He clearly could not even defeat himself. He...
But could he really not defeat him?
Even though he had given it everything he had, he had still failed to kill him, while the other party had not even fought back. Even at this moment, the most suitable time to retaliate, he still had not made a move, merely talking to him about Containers, games, and trials...
What was a Container? What meaning did the trial have? What had he missed? Who was this person...?
For a moment, Du Qiyu was lost.
Just then, Cheng Shi continued weaving his