"Lu Cang, you're on edge."
"What exactly happened? Can you tell me?" Kumironi's voice was full of concern.
Lu Cang turned to look at Kumironi, who, to her surprise, saw confusion in his eyes.
Until now, Kumironi had always sensed a kind of positive energy from Lu Cang.
Serious, focused, persistent...
He had an extremely firm goal and an unshakeable conviction.
This was the first time she had ever seen confusion in Lu Cang's eyes.
It made her feel a strange pang of sympathy.
Lu Cang didn't know how to answer Kumironi's question.
'What happened...? I don't really know either. My mind just feels like a mess.'
His Perception couldn't reach that far. After all, it only extended for a little over ten thousand kilometers, while a two-minute flight covered a distance of several million kilometers.
Therefore, he would only see the final answer when he truly arrived.
But now, a feeling of wanting to retreat couldn't help but surface in his heart.
'Maybe... this really is a trap.'
