In theory, this was most likely his own world of consciousness—a relatively stable place within a chaotic, hard-to-decipher nightmare.
Here, he could review, piece together, and connect everything he had encountered.
Even so, Fu Qian wasn't sure that what happened here could remain entirely hidden.
He glanced to the side. There was no sound of a baby crying.
"Were you trying to wake me just now?"
"That's right. Unfortunately, it doesn't seem to have worked."
Kelly nodded.
"How long was I gone?"
Fu Qian furrowed his brow, thinking.
"I'm not sure how much time passed for you in that state, but it's been almost a day here."
Almost a day. So was time synchronized between the two sides?
Fu Qian murmured to himself.
He'd spent about a day in that seemingly most realistic world before.
"So what did you find out?"
By now, the impatient Brook couldn't hold back any longer.
"A lot."
Fu Qian looked at him with a faint smile.
"First, I did find that monastery."
"And just as you said, there was a group of layabouts living there."
"I even joined them."
"And then?"
Brook's eyes lit up.
"And then?"
Fu Qian smiled mysteriously and looked down at his hands, bound to the chair.
"After all that effort, isn't there any need to keep me tied up?"
"In your dreams!"
Brook clearly hadn't expected Fu Qian to suddenly make that demand. His answer came almost reflexively.
"Don't push your luck. You're in no position to bargain!"
"No rush. Think about it carefully. Am I really in no position to bargain?"
Fu Qian didn't get angry. He only smiled.
Brook was briefly at a loss, realizing there wasn't much he could use to threaten the man in front of him.
"His mental state does seem to have