"You can stop there. If you go any farther, you might lose your footing."
The sight of so many gathered together hadn't surprised Fu Qian.
As Miranda continued forward, he even tossed out a casual warning.
The reason was simple.
As mentioned earlier, the farther they descended, the more "real" everything became, and their senses gradually returned to normal.
They might still be unable to see abstract rules, but it was easy enough to tell when someone had quietly arrived not too far away and was eavesdropping.
Fu Qian had recognized this member of the delegation from the provincial capital before he asked his final question.
And Sha Ming's answer proved that he had sensed her too—and that he didn't mind Fu Qian knowing he could.
After all, this display of his rank and his grasp of the situation would serve as powerful evidence for his earlier words, making the pressure he exerted feel all the more real.
"What the hell is going on? Sha Ming!"
At Fu Qian's warning, Miranda had indeed stopped in her tracks. The words she spoke next sounded just as genuine.
This bold warrior, who had even dared to spy on the Night Watchers, looked no less upset than Huang Leji and the others.
She stared hard at Sha Ming's face. Under normal circumstances, Miranda shouldn't have heard much, but Sha Ming's demeanor alone, coupled with a little imagination, was enough to suggest far too many conclusions.
"See? Answering a question directly has always been difficult. But I think you can draw your own conclusions now, can't you?"
In response to this anguished, furious demand, Sha Ming remained utterly unmoved.
He watched Fu Qian without expression as he commented on both Miranda's actions and his own.
That did sound reasonable.
Always one to judge