"Similar to a mystical item, yet not entirely one. How fascinating. There was another power system in this world."
Sifa walked down the passage toward his room, muttering to himself.
After opening the door and entering, the clothes on his back seemed to "boil," bulging with viscous black liquid that transformed into a "carpet" and fell to the floor. Kardashian then rose from the liquid, flesh and blood intertwining to form her body and clothing.
Today, she wore a shirt, riding pants, long boots, and a hat, giving her something of an adventurer's air.
"Madam, your fashion sense is truly improving by the day." In a very good mood, Sifa complimented the exotic beauty.
Kardashian said expressionlessly, "That person called Lin Rui may be from the West Continent."
Sifa shrugged. "I don't know much about the West Continent, but what difference does it make whether he is or not? Are you planning to go there?"
Kardashian sat down in a chair, her long legs together and her posture dignified. "I'm not interested. I merely wanted to remind you that you'd better involve yourself less in his affairs. Don't make it harder for me to protect you."
"Besides, if you wish to know more, I have a more convenient method."
"No."
As if he knew what she was thinking, Sifa shook his head. "Don't use Hypnosis on him, or enter his dreams. You heard it just now—he is a Destined One. People like them are born with a connection to 'gods.'"
"He differs from ordinary Beyonders. You can regard him as Blessed. Would you try to hypnotize one of the Blessed, or enter their dreams?"
Kardashian did not respond. Naturally, she knew the answer.
The answer was no.
Hypnotizing someone under a god's special attention or entering their dreams could easily