Wang Chen looked at Li Mie with a faint smile, the kind that belonged to someone who had just committed a crime and gotten away with it. Inside, he was insufferably smug.
A regressor from the Upper Realm. Someone who had lived once, died once, and come crawling back armed with memories of a higher heaven. And he had just fooled her with what he considered glorified nonsense.
The more he replayed the conversation in his head, the more pleased he felt. It was ridiculous. He had thrown together half-formed theories, stitched them with vague profundity, and presented them like ancient scripture. Yet Li Mie had listened with burning eyes, absorbing every word as if it were a heavenly decree.
He almost laughed.
But the smile on his face slowly became subtler, more restrained.
If someone else had said the same words, would Li Mie have believed them?
Not a chance.
