'What exactly is his motive? What did he give me to drink? He said it was wine, but it didn't taste like one. I've never tasted anything like this. The aroma is unique, like flowers blooming in my mouth…'
Bu Fang looked to his left, then to his right. He found that a thick, hazy fog had enveloped the surroundings, obscuring everything. He was in the restaurant with Nethery and the others, but he could not sense them.
Not only that, he was horrified to find out that he could not sense the four Artifact Spirits in his spirit sea, as well as the System.
'Did Mu Hongzi shield me from the System? This speaks of something about his motive, which I presume is not simple at all…'
Sitting in the chair and holding the cup, Mu Hongzi looked at Bu Fang with a half-smile. His eyes were gentle and kind, lacking hostility. Although he was the previous host, he had lost the System now, and he had no intention to take it back.
