"Lu Xiao, a great man from our world whom I deeply admired once wrote a line of poetry: 'How could a courtyard produce a thousand-mile horse? A flowerpot can hardly raise a ten-thousand-year-old pine,'" Lin Zhao said, spinning the fruit knife that gleamed with a cold edge around her fingertips. "My dear little brother only managed to bluff the 'Central Mechanism' this time through sheer luck. After all, 95% of the Gray Domain's World Will is currently focused on resisting and deciphering the rules of the Death Game, while 95% of the remaining 5% is being used to construct Yundu... If he left that easily, I'm afraid he might start thinking that the World Will is nothing special. So I had no choice but to give him a tiny little 'lesson,' just to keep him from becoming too arrogant."
"Although he has always been modest, underestimating the Death Game or the World Will, even just a little, will still come at a heavy price—one too painful to bear."
Lin Zhao lowered her eyes and spoke softly.
Lu Xiao smiled silently. "You're right. After all, we're both victims who experienced it firsthand... But if I had a little brother like that, I definitely couldn't bring myself to be as ruthless as you."
Lin Zhao took hold of the fruit knife again. "Don't make it sound as though I don't feel heartbroken. He's my only family, too."
Lu Xiao did not respond to that. "Let's not talk about this anymore. Now that I've regained my freedom, I'll be leaving this world soon. Before that, I still wanted to ask you something—not on behalf of the Central Mechanism this time, but out of my own curiosity."
"That Authority... where exactly did you hide it?"
Lin Zhao looked at Lu Xiao and pointed at