"I recorded what just happened. Guess whether I'll send it to Feifei."
Yu Lian pretended he hadn't heard and kept his eyes fixed on the scene before him.
Amid the shattered light and shadow, a voice devoid of any emotional fluctuations echoed through Yu Lian's subjective perception. It was like Feifei's broken voice, but stripped of all emotional simulation: "The interactive interface has sustained a subjective information attack. Dimensional anchor damaged... erroneous cognition... erroneous cognition... resuming stasis..."
Good. It even had a dimensional anchor. The occult really was something else. But it was also a bona fide artificial idiot!
The next moment, the scattered flecks of light and data streams rewound like a video playing backward, quickly retracing their path and reassembling. In the blink of an eye, Feifei was standing there again, completely unharmed.
Her face no longer showed the slightest trace of humanity. She was like a delicate doll, flawless in every way, yet riddled with flaws because her colors were so empty.
Feifei tilted her head, her eyes expressing just the right amount of confusion and concern. "I don't understand. This image was generated from the anchor point deep in your consciousness where you feel most at peace and trust the most. I had no intention of lowering your guard, much less seducing you. I only wanted to make our communication more efficient. Why...?"
Yu Lian stared at her expressionlessly. The spiritual disturbance of the information continued unabated.
At least she hadn't called him Yu'er again. It seemed that, idiot though she was, she wasn't completely stupid.
She stood where she was, keeping a safe distance of at least five meters from Yu Lian. Her expression was still animated, but had become an impeccable professional smile, her eyes holding just the right amount of politeness and distance.