Cracking one's knuckles was a means of reassuring himself.
Within this frozen spacetime of Fantasy Made Real, Tian Anping could not wholly trust what he saw or heard. He could only use this method to confirm that his thoughts had not been interfered with.
And his question had indeed struck at the heart of this game.
Miao Rutai wore a smile that was not quite a smile. "Perhaps you would not want to know their names."
"Them? So there is more than one person." Tian Anping was seriously considering the question, so he spoke slowly. "Of course, their names are not the most important thing. What I want to know is—how did you join forces with people other than Huang Weizhen to deal with [Nameless One]? And how could you hide your intention to deal with [Nameless One]?"
"Perhaps it was tacit understanding!" Miao Rutai said with a smile.
"Tacit understanding!" Tian Anping nodded. "That is indeed one way. Then the people you chose to join forces with must either be exceptionally clever, exceptionally perceptive, or harbor an exceedingly deep obsession with killing [Nameless One]—I think Duke of Huai Zuo Xiao should be among them. Or perhaps Jiang Wang as well?"
"You truly are very clever!" Miao Rutai said admiringly.
By this point, things seemed to have become very simple.
It was no more than a game of searching for [Nameless One] in a sealed room.
Among these people of every sort and identity, find [Nameless One], kill [Nameless One], and thus bring this story to its ending.
"Then now I would like to ask—" Tian Anping turned his head and looked at Qu Shoufu, standing before the window. "Why did you close the window just now?"
With Tian Anping's question, every gaze in the guest room converged upon Qu