Yan Fushou finally chased Wei Yidong away.
He rubbed his slightly throbbing brow and let out a long, murky breath.
Though he really had been deeply shaken in the instance.
But there was no way he could admit it. If this got out, where was he supposed to put his old face? Especially when the person who saw it was a loudmouthed dumbass.
If he really admitted it.
By afternoon, the whole Coordination Bureau would know.
"What the hell is all this—"
Yan Fushou shook his head with a bitter smile.
He was the dignified director of the Coordination Bureau's Strategy Operations Division, a man who could remain calm even if Mount Tai collapsed before him, yet today an instance had actually broken his defenses. Worse, his subordinate had caught him red-handed to his face.
Though maybe it was thanks to Wei Yidong—he had at least pulled him out of the emotions from the instance a little.
But he still felt a little—awful.
The moment he closed his eyes, that sky-filling burst of white light and that lingering line, "Trust me," surfaced again.
Yan Fushou shook his head, trying to drive those images away, but it was no use at all.
They remained vivid.
Of course, there was no way he could go question Lu Xiu—
After thinking it over.
In the end, Yan Fushou could only call up the system panel and open the forum.
Although this instance's rating was still not low and its death rate was high as well, most of the deaths had only been influenced by Lu Xiu's verified clear video.
For players who truly had the ability, clearing it was still not hard.
At least, it was much easier than Sekiro.
And even if they died midway, they could just start over. The whole