Fang Qingyu looked at the response, his brow furrowing even more tightly.
This explanation seemed reasonable, yet it failed to completely dispel the doubts in his heart.
Especially the phrase "in the cage"...
His fingers twitched slightly, ready to ask further questions.
The "the other party is typing..." prompt flashed again on the screen.
This time, the typing persisted for a longer time.
It seemed the old man on the other side was also caught in some sort of contemplation.
Finally, a new message popped up, carrying a hint of clear surprise and doubt:
[No, kid! What tier of Life Ghost did you take down?!]
Fang Qingyu slowly typed a few words:
[Tier Two Peak.]
Sent.
Then, he stared at the screen, waiting.
The tent was silent, except for the occasional suppressed gasps of pain from Chu Kuanglan on the nearby camp bed and Lu Jiuyuan's steady yet weak breathing.
Time seemed to stretch.
A few seconds felt as long as minutes.
