"According to you, outsiders in Little River City don't actually need to stay for fourteen days—they can leave right away. Are players really so stupid that they wouldn't realize the high-risk Dungeon's time limit had passed for more than ten days?" "Zheng Da" asked.
"Of course there are smart people, but not everyone can figure it out. Otherwise, why would Mr. Kang ask me to—" Jiang Wenzhang had just finished speaking when he suddenly realized something was wrong. He strained to lift his head and look at the person standing on him, then cried out in horror, "You're not Zheng Da!"
"Zheng Da" hadn't changed appearance, but his expression shifted in an instant. The fake smile vanished, replaced by cold indifference.
After removing the sword pressed against Jiang Wenzhang's throat, "Zheng Da" raised one hand. The two of them were suddenly no longer at the edge of the riverside woods, but inside a glass prop filled with black rain.
"What..." Jiang Wenzhang choked on a couple of mouthfuls of water in his shock. He hurriedly tried to recall his prop, only to find that "Unbreakable from the Inside" wouldn't come back. In his panic, he used a water-repelling prop.
The water within thirty centimeters of his body was pushed away by a force of air. He immediately headed for the edge of the glass prop, but, as expected, his hand met the glass wall. The sensation was so realistic that he could barely tell whether this was truly an illusion!
"Is your mental strength really that powerful? Powerful enough to blur the line between reality and illusion?" He looked back at the figure standing in the black water. "Have we never actually left these woods?"
"Guess," Xu Huo replied. His voice carried clearly through the water.
"This isn't inside my