"Let me think. One day during your adolescence, you suppressed your restless thoughts and watched a videotape, learning the name of someone called Truman..."
"Your mind was struck as if by a current, and the world you both longed for and scorned became ridiculous in an instant, in a way you'd never imagined..."
"And when you walked outside in a daze, a chandelier really did fall from the sky?"
Inside the ornate and eerie building, Fu Qian observed their surroundings while casually chatting with his patient.
"Is that supposed to be a bit of banter, or a genuine question? Honestly, neither is very clever."
Unfortunately, his patient wasn't being very cooperative.
Lady Xixi, walking beside him, was paying most of her attention to the surrounding architecture and the kneeling figures.
"This is incredible!"
The moment she finished criticizing Fu Qian's question, she let out a heartfelt exclamation of admiration.
"It looks just like a genuine antique, even a royal bedchamber, but I'm certain I've never seen this style before. The crest on it, either!"
"It's quite impressive."
Fu Qian didn't press the point. He nodded, acknowledging her taste.
The building before them was indeed magnificent: luxurious without being gaudy, and clearly the work of considerable artistic skill.
As for why Lady Xixi found the style unfamiliar, the reason was simple: it had probably been taken from another world.
That was right. Fu Qian's preferred theory was that the Bronze Lady had been brought here directly, rather than created on the spot.
And if it really did originate with one of his predecessors, that only made exploring this place more important.
"So it doesn't look like a very bad nightmare, then?"
"I suppose it's not that boring... but are these really made from human limbs?"
Faced with Fu Qian's self-praise, Lady