"Good day to you both. Heh, a friendly reminder: next time, don't pry into someone else's privacy so casually..."
Chen Lun said mildly:
"It could get you killed."
Gan Ziwen and Honey-Trap Fool stopped breathing for a moment.
They glanced at the Black Messenger's face. Beneath that swirling black mist, there seemed to be a pair of bloodthirsty eyes that sent involuntary shivers down their spines.
They lowered their heads, avoiding his gaze.
"-What the hell? He actually knew we were using Inspect!"
"-I looked it up before. Apparently, if an NPC's Insight is high enough, they can sense players using Inspect... or it might be because the level gap between us and him is too big."
"-I think it's both. Wry smile emoji."
"Sorry, sir. That was presumptuous of us... please accept our apologies."
Gan Ziwen stood and offered Chen Lun a proper-looking bow with a hand over his chest.
Chen Lun couldn't help chuckling inwardly at this.
"Fate guided me here to find you two..."
He folded his hands on the table, his unseen "gaze" fixed on the two players opposite him.
"Among the outlanders, you are particularly outstanding. You have both entered the realm of mystery and become Beyonders..."
Chen Lun extended an index finger and pointed gently at them.
"One has taken the path of the [Deep Sea Faction], and the other has embarked on the journey of the [Magic Faction]. Very good."
Gan Ziwen and Honey-Trap Fool didn't dare speak. They merely sat bolt upright, secretly astonished.
They felt as though all their information lay exposed before him, with no secrets left to hide.
"You two are special, and it is precisely that quality that makes me want to give you a little preferential treatment..."
After saying this, Chen Lun secretly swiped across his panel.