After everything was settled, Qian Cangyi returned home, while Luo Lan stayed at the venue to watch a player's match.
Sitting on the sofa, the two of them finally turned their attention back to Qian Jiangyue.
"Can you talk about it?" Qian Cangyi asked with a tremble in his foot. The sand plate was already on the table, a pity that the three of them didn't know how to use it. This alchemic item was not the same as the furniture in the room, it seemed they needed to master some method to operate it.
"As he said, and as you saw, in my line of sight, there is always someone with me." Qian Jiangyue hesitated a little, then opted to explain, "Undoubtedly, his illusion, in other words, all his actions and words are my imagination. He is a character created out of thin air."
"Is that so?" Hawkeye frowned, "Then... what's the cause?"
Actually, this question was the one Qian Jiangyue least wanted to answer.