The Veteran Art Students fell silent in fear, and most of the Fanatics stared in disbelief at those Kuai Hongji had singled out.
Although the expressions beneath the cloaks of those Fanatics Leaders were impossible to see, their slight trembling made it clear that they were the most shaken of all.
What Kuai Hongji had done was no different from describing their underwear before stripping them bare to display it. Most terrifying of all, his descriptions had been entirely accurate.
"Y-you, you... how could you know so much?!" The Fanatics Leader's voice was filled with boundless fear.
Because what you're so proud of is nothing but discarded drafts from when the Divine Artisan and Amon were tinkering with little toys... Kuai Hongji muttered inwardly, but wasted no more words on the Fanatics.
Who did they think they were, to deserve an explanation from him?
So Kuai Hongji merely glanced at him. "These aren't things you need to concern yourself with."
Carrying the Old Kerosene Lamp, he walked toward the passage behind the Fanatics.
Every Fanatic along his route parted to either side, letting him pass with the utmost deference.
"Wait!"
Just as he was about to enter the passage, one of the Fanatics Leaders he had singled out suddenly called out to stop him.
Kuai Hongji kept walking without breaking stride.
"I said-wait! What did you do to the Forest of Bones?!"
The Fanatics Leader abruptly dissolved into a misty phantom, swept past Kuai Hongji, and landed in front of him.
Kuai Hongji had already detonated the Matrix. Faced with this damned "arsonist" again, an ordinary soldier would have long since charged at him, throwing everything into a desperate fight. Only someone of his high standing could restrain himself and calmly squeeze information out of Kuai Hongji.
Yet Kuai Hongji