When Han Zhan awoke again, his head still throbbed painfully.
He instinctively reached up to rub his temples, and only then did he realize something was off, abruptly turning to his side.
Not far away, Wang Chunyu sat slumped there, his face appearing far more aged than just moments ago.
"Tell us your purpose here, and we will offer every assistance we can." Shang Xiaoyun's mechanically synthesized voice rang out once more.
It was that emotionally flat synthesized voice that had deceived Han Zhan's senses earlier, causing an explosion of knowledge in his mind and rendering him unconscious.
Yet it seemed they hadn't taken advantage of the moment.
Upon hearing Shang Xiaoyun's words, Han Zhan understood.
"You already know my identity?"
"Is it the bidirectional nature of consciousness transmission?"
This time his carelessness had cost him.
