Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Calling people to dream...

It seems Fu Qian’s answer was once again beyond the Interlocutor’s expectations.

Putting aside the peculiarity of his thoughts, this kind of cross-dimensional operation, for something in this world without friends, is indeed somewhat hard to discern as true or false.

"In that world, Gulad is an ancient family that has spanned thousands of years, with profound foundations beyond your imagination."

With a long sigh, Fu Qian displayed a demeanor of disdain, as though dealing with a child.

"You actually think that with such bizarre experiences, they wouldn’t be able to help their family members ward off nightmare invasions?"

"Relying on my understanding of Tyler’s personality, I devised ways to guide him while making sure secrets were kept, subtly placing hints he would be interested in, thus maximizing the chance of him returning voluntarily."

"I thought after I left last time, you might have improved. But once again, it’s the same old passive waiting — oh right, you learned a bit of the catch and release strategy, verbally showing disinterest."

"Have you said enough?"

The Interlocutor finally couldn’t hold it together, snapping in anger and embarrassment.