"In your mind?"
"To be precise, Little Brother Dao, Miss Liu, and I are each sitting on a chair inside a boundless black space, facing two oval screens that overlap by half—those must be your current field of view."
Li Ang's voice sounded calm, without a trace of anxiety or panic. Instead, it carried a hint of interest. "To be honest, is this what they call a real VR perspective? TSK, TSK, it really is quite thrilling."
"Is this really the time for wisecracks?" Wanli Fengdao's voice came through. "Old Xing, can you open the player panel and access your items and equipment?"
Xing Hechou took a deep breath. "I can't. My player panel is now gray, just like when I've entered a script mission with the Sealing power, replacing me with an ordinary person. The body I'm using now doesn't seem to be my own."
He reached out to touch his face, and the unfamiliar, rough sensation of wrinkles sent a shiver down his spine.
Li Ang asked, "Can you exit the mission?"
