The dream's end was waking...
The greatest advantage of being a charlatan was that no matter how nonsensical your words were, the audience's first reaction was to doubt their own ability to understand, rather than question your way of expressing yourself.
Not to mention Fu Qian had casually switched Law Remnants on and off, summoning the Frost-Cloaked Moonlight and setting the mood perfectly.
And the result was still ideal.
The minds of everyone around him instantly went into overdrive. A moment later, the least prejudiced among them, Lady Bally, tried to speak.
"As apostles of the Dark Moon, have you already seen the outcome of this 'nightmare' we're in?"
Her train of thought seemed strong. She had actually managed to come up with an explanation, though her tone was clearly mocking when she used the word nightmare.
"Even if the end is already set, that doesn't mean you don't need a shepherd to guide you."
In response to this disrespectful attitude, Fu Qian merely snorted and continued speaking in riddles.
"We're right here, so how are you going to guide us?"
Madam Number Two was still less than friendly. She cut in at once, matching him word for word.
"Yes, you're right here."
Fu Qian, however, laughed like a kindly elder and gestured toward a small window to one side.
"So the change just now really was your doing!"
After a brief moment of confusion, someone quick on the uptake immediately shouted out.
"That's right. I'm in a hurry."
Fu Qian gave a slight nod, as if he'd done something trivial.
"But I didn't want to change the principle behind your evening gatherings."
He really had caused the sudden shift from day to night just now... and his only purpose had been to bring this gathering forward?
Some of those