And so that was true, too. It hadn't been an illusion just now!
Fu Qian was very satisfied with Reginald's answer, even his tone.
Coming from someone usually so quiet and composed, such undisguised disgust only made his assessment more credible.
He had sensed something was off at a glance out the window, but since the starry sky was completely unfamiliar, he couldn't put his finger on what was strange. So he'd casually tested the waters.
Chaos and blasphemy. Fu Qian now knew what was wrong: compared with the one he'd seen on the cult's side, the starry sky outside looked similar, but somehow felt fundamentally different. There seemed to be a discrepancy.
Was it really that domineering? Even the starry sky in a dream had to be perfectly accurate and real, or else it became a nightmare?
With control over something on that scale, the one-minute limit on the dream was probably related to the starry sky, too.
And if that was true, then the Celestial Cult's reputation as an upstanding institution was well deserved.
"Thanks for explaining. I thought something was strange just now, but couldn't figure out what it was."
Faced with such a generous explanation, Fu Qian immediately thanked him sincerely.
"Of course you couldn't figure it out."
Unfortunately, Reginald's emotions seemed not to have settled after the question. He gave another cold snort.
"If you could have figured it out, you wouldn't have had those crazy ideas."
It sounded like Fu Qian's thought problem was seeming more and more natural and reasonable to him. That was what they called a subtle influence.
"Good point."
Quite pleased with the result, Fu Qian smiled and gestured to Amira.
"Shall we continue?"
"Let's."
Amira clearly didn't want to dwell on the subject. She turned and walked ahead.