Though there was much to worry about, it wasn't enough to keep it coming endlessly.
As the astonished envoy struggled to contain his surprise, the corridor once again stood empty.
Looking at the scene before him, Fu Qian blinked, confirming one of his suspicions.
Bright, windowless, with more than half the space made up of metal structures.
Without a doubt, this was an expensive underground facility.
He was so certain not only because of the excellent ventilation despite its tightly sealed construction, but also because one of the metal tables before him seemed familiar.
If he remembered correctly, he'd once flung it like a hidden weapon at a Night Watcher squad captain. He thought the man's surname had been Tan?
Fu Qian never liked wasting memory on people who didn't matter. As he tried to recall, a hidden door in the corner by the wall was pushed open, and a familiar face cautiously peered out.
Who else could it be but Miss Wen, who had once meditated here?
That's right. This was the basement of the Wen Family mansion, where Lady Eve had met her end.
There were two possible explanations for the scene before him.
The first was that not long ago, he'd used Lady Eve's name to shatter Wen Li's previous dream. The sleeping girl had been so affected that she'd unconsciously made it the subject of a follow-up episode.
The second was that he'd scared her awake on the spot, and she'd deliberately sought out this dream.
Fu Qian leaned toward the second explanation. For one thing, he trusted a Mental System specialist not to be so insensitive to unusual phenomena.
For another, Fu Qian didn't think Wen Li had been asleep earlier. The reasoning was simple: Taylor had been asleep too.
Considering his nocturnal habits, Fu