Qin Ming’s body went rigid. Had he been discovered? He transmitted in a low voice, “Tattered Cloth, you’ve been seen through.”
Of course, this was a secret voice transmission. What sort of being was Yin Jiuxu, exactly? His keen insight was truly frightening.
After a long silence, strange metal cloth finally replied in a distant tone, “Is it possible that your own thoughts have fallen into a mysterious scene?” Qin Ming’s scalp turned cold at once, and a chill spread down his entire spine. He had already been uneasy.
How could he not overthink things after hearing that? This place was simply too strange. It was impossible to distinguish truth from illusion.
Many familiar people seemed to have returned to reality and successfully embarked on their journeys home, while Qin Ming’s avatar remained trapped inside the terrifying “strange loop,” unable to escape no matter what. Had his True Form fallen victim this time as well? He lowered his head and looked at the tabletop.
The Black and White Scripture lay there quietly. Qin Ming opened its dark cover, revealing densely packed scripture on snow-white pages. Nothing unusual was happening inside the tavern.