"I, Zhou Heng, pay my respects to the Glorious Imperial Consort." Recalling the information Bose'er had mentioned earlier, Zhou Heng cupped his hands and bowed.
Glorious Bright Moon (Clone) did not respond to Zhou Heng, but continued staring at him. Only after a long while did she say quietly, "Perhaps things might turn out somewhat differently in your hands. Black Ring was your doing, wasn't he?" As she spoke, she shook Black Ring, who was bound behind her head.
Zhou Heng pondered for a moment, then cupped his hands again. "I was merely trying out a few possibilities to see whether I could change anything."
Glorious Bright Moon (Clone) nodded, then shook her head. "It's good that you have that idea, but the circumstances and situation are different. Your path is wrong. Because of you, I was forced to awaken early and transmit a sliver of power to him while still dreaming. He isn't real."
Zhou Heng let his arms hang naturally at his sides, his expression serene. "I know, but he can be."
Beside them, Bose'er, who had been kneeling motionlessly on the ground, shuddered all over, struck by a bad premonition. Was a conversation on this level something a mere being of legendary might who had yet to recover its strength should be hearing?
Glorious Bright Moon (Clone) glanced at Bose'er prostrating itself on the ground before returning her gaze to Zhou Heng. She had already prepared to face everything and cooperate with the Blue Star Federation, but now it seemed that things might not yet have reached the point of planning for the worst. This newcomer before her actually knew that Black Ring was false, yet still dared to say such things to her face. Either he wanted to show off before her, or he truly had