Sylvia saw what she wanted to see.
She was silent for two seconds, then said lightly:
“Shut it down.”
The Dream-Hunting Beast pulled its tentacles back.
The bubbles casting the dream popped and dissolved.
The Swiftmoth was still asleep.
Watching the disappearing bubbles, Qiao Sang suddenly thought of a serious problem:
The dream projection wouldn’t all be first-person perspective, would it?
If they’re all first-person, how was she going to see what Yabao looked like after it evolved into its new form?
“Task complete.” Sylvia looked at Qiao Sang and asked, “When do you want the payment?”
That wasn’t important right now—there was something else.