New and Old Congregants

"Reality?"

Hearing Song Qingyun roar, Evil Tiger and Yang Qingmu exchanged a bewildered glance. They didn't understand what Song Qingyun meant.

But they could guess that this was probably one of the reasons Song Qingyun had betrayed them. It seemed this "real world" embodied some great secret that the two of them had yet to uncover.

They turned their gazes away from each other. Keeping their eyes on Song Qingyun to prevent him from escaping, they pricked up their ears and listened intently.

"Reality..."

After a sigh whose meaning was hard to discern, the force pressing down on the surroundings, nearly freezing everything in place, vanished in an instant. High above, countless streaks of clear light crisscrossed, slowly outlining a gigantic, impassive face.

The moment he saw that face, Song Qingyun's briefly heightened emotions sank. His expression turned grave.

His neck bent little by little, and he lowered his head, as if recalling something that had left a deep impression on him.

"Governor."

Song Qingyun's lips moved, and the words slipped out involuntarily.

High above, the face, revealing not a trace of emotion, stared coldly at Song Qingyun for a long while before speaking in a tone like a sigh:

"I still know your character well.

"I didn't expect them to use this matter to tempt you."

Song Qingyun closed his eyes tightly for a moment. Keeping his gaze fixed on a spot on the ground, he spoke in a calm voice again:

"You could have chosen to tell me. Tell us."

As he spoke, he looked around, his gaze passing over Evil Tiger and Yang Qingmu:

"Then perhaps we could have changed more."

Evil Tiger and Yang Qingmu both strained their hearing to the utmost, trying not to miss a single detail.

The face high above fell silent for