In the neon of blue and purple, under the thick steel sky, at the forefront of this surge of data, lies the world post-tech revolution. It's also the dividing line between reality and illusion. Steel and flesh, past and future. In this place, the world outside and inside coexist. Everything in front of us feels like a wall of time within reach. The darkness is slowly creeping in. But hey, my friend, you gotta know, we can't just counter darkness with softness. Gotta use fire.
"That actually makes sense," Xiao Ying nodded, "But at Bingyan's place, Li Si and Yue Er are vouching for him."
Lu Yuan chuckled, "Think about it. We've already found sixteen or seventeen time travelers who have received letters. What do they have in common? Eleven people received invitations, and the holder promised nine of them that he could provide a complete set of Genetic Potion. I think Bingyan must know this pattern, so he just spoke out, betting that Li Si and Yue Er had also received these kinds of letters."
Lu Yuan continued, "Although the holder of Devil's Stamp is neurotic, what he does has internal logic. Since the beginning of his travels, he has been using resources from the Inner World to strengthen his forces. So, he's just neurotic, not really insane, and he wouldn't just invite everyone over to attack him for no reason."
"Then who is this Bingyan?" a Kunlun member curiously asked, "Why is he targeting Huan Yu so specifically?"