What a familiar scene.
The anomaly above Wen Li's head almost made it seem as if the King of Prison Break's disastrous eyes had reappeared.
Too bad the difference was only slight—but that made all the difference.
Fu Qian knew perfectly well that it wasn't an embodiment of his own authority.
The earlier encounters had confirmed his impression: the Nightmare Corridor's level was absurdly high.
After it had tainted him while he was incarnated as a Nightmare Worm, even his authority had been shut out.
As for what the thing before him was, Fu Qian had a fairly good idea.
"Just a little trick. My current state is a bit unusual."
"So that's what it is..."
Having received her answer, Wen Li's brows relaxed at once.
Though her mind seemed a little sluggish in the dream, she was still clever enough to understand what his words implied.
For someone like Mr. Fu, a true Divine creature, every move he made could easily affect those around him.
If something was wrong with him emotionally, then sensing him recklessly might lead to trouble.
And considering his injuries, that possibility was clearly not insignificant.
He had sensed her arrival, closed himself off in that regard, and guided her not to focus on it.
It made perfect sense.
After all, with Mr. Fu's perception, noticing her in advance was only natural.
Having talked herself into it with effortless ease, Wen Li covered her mouth and chuckled, her doubts dispelled.
"As expected, the people of Shangjing are still far too optimistic. With a move like that alone, the new genius wouldn't stand a chance against the Great Fortune Ming King..."
After joking around, she made no attempt to hide her curiosity.
"By the way, what's this little trick? I've never seen you use it before,