"Me?"
"Illusion?"
Chewing over these words, Zheng Qing felt a bit at a loss.
Of course, hanging in mid-air, he was indeed clueless.
The voice echoing above the altar did not pause due to the boy's astonishment, continuing to explain in its mechanical and dull tone: "—You are very special, this was something I realized after you entered my laboratory in your freshman year. But at that time, I had no other thoughts, only an intention to establish good relations with the Moon Council because you came to my lab with an introduction letter from Su Councilor. Of course, I did not realize your relationship with Su Councilor was so complex..."
"And then?" Zheng Qing had to interrupt the professor's somewhat off-track explanation.
"And then you went to the Black Prison."
