"You're here."
Meng Huangliang greeted the arriving Su Ping with a smile.
He really did not seem to be a madman or a lunatic, merely a "normal person" whose self-perception had been constrained.
His emotions were stable, his mind agile.
His only difference from ordinary people was his unwavering belief that this world was false and did not exist.
In every other respect, he truly seemed no different from anyone else.
Su Ping smiled too.
"Sorry, Senior Meng. The day before yesterday, I said I'd come see you yesterday, but something held me up. Besides, the Dreamheart was only just finished."
Meng Huangliang shook his head, clearly unconcerned.
Or rather, in his eyes, the self that Su Ping perceived was merely a manifestation of the outside world infiltrating his will.
That manifestation could be Su Ping, Long Er, A Mei outside, or anyone at all.
Their outward appearances differed, but in his eyes, they were actually all the same person.
He even regarded words like these from Su Ping as an attempt to confuse him.
He was all the less likely to care.
He was not even the slightest bit curious about the so-called Dreamheart Su Ping mentioned.
Even though it involved the word "dream," the field that interested him most and in which he excelled.
He merely watched the young man before him with utter calm, wanting to see what new tricks that being outside, known as the "Cunning Eagle," had devised this time.
This time, however, Su Ping did not continue beating around the bush with idle talk.
Instead, light flashed in his hand, and a strange black object appeared in his palm.
It resembled a helmet with a mechanical framework.
However, apart from the opening, the helmet had only a few places for ventilation, while the crucial