Was Ragdoll targeting the tree after all?
Taking in Tan Mingxue's movements, Fu Qian naturally drew a certain connection.
Given her rank, the chance that she could spot the giant tree with the naked eye was practically zero.
The Night Watchers had sent her here to take charge despite knowing the tree existed. As he'd said before, they must have something to rely on.
In light of what she was doing now, the odds that Ragdoll had been set outside in the middle of the night because of the tree were undoubtedly growing.
Some kind of monitor?
"Looks like I really was worrying for nothing. It's best when everything's under control."
Not at all bothered by her tone, Fu Qian met Tan Mingxue's wary gaze and offered a heartfelt remark, as if he had a strong sense of duty.
From her expression, it was clear she'd also realized that her actions just now had been too uninhibited, possibly exposing some secret. At that moment, even the stability of the dream had wavered slightly.
"What were those two called?"
But Fu Qian's final question was so abrupt that her wariness suddenly eased.
"Sha Ming and Miranda. You should go back and rest."
After a brief hesitation, Tan Mingxue finally answered.
At the same time, however, her growing sense that something was amiss prompted her to show him the door.
"Sure."
Fu Qian had no objections. Outside the dream, he snapped his fingers.
Just right. Any more, and it would be harder to erase the traces.
While Tan Mingxue stood by the window, briefly lost in confusion, Fu Qian had already activated Blood Conquest again and drifted away.
After days of practice, he was growing ever more adept at balancing the depth of the dream, the target's rank, and their memories