The moment the Sea of Consciousness was enveloped in fog, Han Yu didn't need to guess; he knew there was someone extraordinary here.
Turning to look, he saw Mu Zili and Su Xiaoxiao, both with strange expressions, seemingly hesitant to speak.
Then, a tingling sensation came over him as five gazes bore down on him.
Not just gazes, an aura of investigation swept over him relentlessly, as if peeling him apart.
Han Yu felt uncomfortable and was about to react when Mu Zili's voice, soft as a mosquito's buzz, came to his ear.
"Don't resist!"
Over there, Mu Zili's lips moved slightly, and Han Yu immediately understood, choosing to trust him, enduring the scrutiny.
Chang Gen and his group's gazes lingered for a long time, each with a peculiar expression.
"Are you the undercover agent?"
Maitreya spoke with a smile, looking kind, but Han Yu found his smile unsettling.
One word, fake!
