Everything was peaceful in this place where the mind and reality intertwined, except for the mood of the demigod Weilong.
After Fu Qian denied it with utter ease, the unshakable killing intent he had felt toward Ian once again echoed in his mind.
But that was all. The scene around them didn't change again.
Unfortunately, this apparent lack of change deeply shocked Weilong.
"How could this be?"
Only after turning his head to look around several times did he finally exclaim.
"By rights, any words or actions that go against the subconscious should cause instability, leading to unpredictable changes..."
"Could the changes have already happened, just not on the surface?"
In response to Weilong's confusion, Fu Qian considerately offered a suggestion, tapping his foot against the floor as he spoke.
The sound rang out clearly. Nothing seemed unreal about it.
Weilong was a demigod of the Mental System, and he clearly knew what he was doing.
"Could it be that because I just lied, the rebar in here has already been downgraded a grade, turning this into a shoddy construction project?"
Weilong obviously wasn't going to discuss construction with Fu Qian. He said nothing in response to the nonsense, while the mind behind his mask was clearly racing.
Hard work would eventually pay off. At last, a moment came when he suddenly found an answer.
"You almost misled me! Being from the Academy of Revelation doesn't mean you're necessarily some brawny brute who toys with flesh. You were already on the mental path, which is why you can handle this kind of mental influence so easily?"
"How could that be!"
It was clear that coming up with this explanation had taken a lot out of Weilong. He looked ready to have a brain hemorrhage, but Fu Qian still rejected