No one answered.
That was the good thing about academics: they could easily get trapped by their own logical thinking.
From what the Behind-the-Gate People had said earlier, it was clear that shadows had more than one defining trait. They weren't just unaware of what they were. There were at least two other related properties—
First, these researchers really could slip into that state without realizing it, much like being infected by a curse.
Otherwise, they would have scoffed at the nonsense they'd spouted back then.
Second, shadows and people in their normal state were complete opposites. Each side appeared invisible to the other.
Otherwise, there'd be no confusion. All they had to do was get together and check one another. Anyone who'd been infected would stand out immediately.
In short, given those premises, the conclusion they'd just reached was devastating—
The uninvited guest wasn't a shadow. Didn't that mean they believed that everyone in an invisible state was a shadow?
It was the plain, unvarnished truth. There simply wasn't any other possibility.
"No need for everyone to come. Whoever's confident can come out. I'll wait right here."
And the sneer on the face of the one with the upper hand grew even uglier.
The taunting continued as he waited for them to eat their words.
Now that was a Dimensional Strike. Never give up your advantage too easily.
At first glance, the tactic seemed a little shameless, but to Fu Qian, that was the least significant part of it.
The crux of the matter was that no matter what, these people were still limited by this spacetime.
With that informational advantage, many judgments came naturally and easily.
So although the little test he'd just conducted wasn't worth much, it was essentially a way to provoke a reaction and