Yin Le arrived at Luo Nan's rented studio on the dot.
Even though Luo Nan hadn't had a normal work and rest schedule for several days in a row, as long as she was his personal secretary, she absolutely couldn't neglect the morning and evening work.
She first pressed the intercom outside the workshop, but there was no response. Only then did she verify her fingerprint to enter.
The lights of the workshop were on, and the lights and shadows of the virtual work area were fluctuating. Luo Nan sat behind the workbench with one hand supporting his cheek. His figure was frozen; he should be concentrating on his work.
However, when he took two more steps forward and took a closer look, he discovered that the man's eyes were closed and his breathing was slow. He had actually fallen asleep while maintaining this posture.
He probably couldn't take it anymore after working continuously.
Yin Le didn't dare to wake Luo Nan up. She just scanned the workshop to see if there was anything that needed to be cleaned up. Hmm, that moving shelf didn't exist before. Now, it was placed in the middle of the room. It was very conspicuous. Something must have been placed there earlier …
It was likely that the "veteran" had been here before.
Yin Le moved the mobile rack to the corner and quietly walked to the workbench. She didn't dare to touch the tools and instruments on the stage. She could only pick up some small things and even took photos to locate them. She didn't want anything to go wrong and she couldn't recover them.
It was also at this time that she glanced at the virtual work area. The picture she saw was very familiar. It was like a bottomless sea, or a storm on the surface of the sea. It was thick and colorful, and the structure was chaotic. In fact, it was made up of two overlapping pictures.
Two psychic diagrams.
The reason why Yin Le was certain of this was because she had seen Luo Nan dismantle and integrate before. Moreover, most of the things she had been busy with recently came from this.
It was hard for Yin Le to notice such a complicated and profound diagram. However, she noticed that the whole picture was fluctuating rhythmically, as if it was an interwoven picture of the ocean that was gradually seeping into the real world and becoming a substantial existence.
Yin Le was startled, but she soon realised that it might be a misconception. This was because there was a certain amount of distortion and refraction of light in the surroundings of the sleeping Luo Nan. Upon closer inspection, it was clear that the air was fluctuating, resulting in an illusion.
Luo Nan wasn't resting … … He was cultivating, right? Was there a need to be so desperate?
Yin Le couldn't help but recall the letter she had sent to Mrs. Halder, which described her doubts and judgment.
Luo Nan, this new boss of hers, had his sights set on the target. The enemy he targeted far exceeded the scope of what should have been. This forced him to never stop moving forward. Instead, he seized every moment and opportunity to improve himself. He was as taut as a humming bowstring. He might shoot a deadly arrow at any time, but he might also snap on his own.
Yin Le sighed. Her breath was still lingering in her mouth when a rustling sound rang out at the same time.
Behind the workbench, the chair on Luo Nan's body suddenly collapsed without any warning. The wooden body of the chair and the soft cushion on the seat disintegrated into fine dust, and some of the plastic and metal parts were twisted and cracked. At the same time, they were restrained by a certain force, which erased the kinetic energy of the disintegration. They fell in a straight line and fell to the ground.
Yin Le was startled. "Sir!"
The moment she spoke those words, she felt that there were too many similar exclamations. But when the impact came, what could she do?
And this time, the shout had some effect. Luo Nan opened his eyes at this time. As for his body, it floated in midair, maintaining its original natural state without any undulation.
"Sir?" Yin Le called out in a probing manner.
"Oh, you're here."
Luo Nan looked as if he had just woken up. He floated in midair, unfolded his body, and stretched his waist. But his eyes were as bright as stars. He didn't have the hazy appearance of someone who had just woken up.
Yin Le was very curious as to what Luo Nan had been doing, but she couldn't really ask. She could only go with the flow and say, "It's almost half past ten. Sir, do you want to go back and rest?"
"Oh, it doesn't matter if I rest or not. I can't stay here for now. It wasn't easy to calibrate the equipment. I might have to start all over again."
"...... Really?" Yin Le responded with her mouth, but in her mind, she thought of the fluctuating air around Luo Nan.
Luo Nan's feet didn't touch the ground. His body turned a few times, and he sat on the wheelchair next to the workbench. He entered into the 'disabled' mode, which required someone to serve him.
Yin Le's eyes were still engraved with the image of his natural turning and turning, of his figure that didn't have the slightest trace of smoke and fire. It was unknown how much more brilliant it was than when he used the electromagnetic configuration to propel his fleshly body to float in midair.
But when she thought about it in detail, only two weeks had passed in between. This degree of improvement ….
Yin Le sighed silently. She consciously went behind the wheelchair and did what she needed to do. But when she exerted force, the wheelchair actually became heavy and sluggish. It didn't move at all.
What's wrong with this?
"I almost forgot. I can't take a car in my current situation. Let's walk back."
"What's your situation?" Yin Le finally found the opportunity to seek knowledge and dispel her doubts. She subconsciously made a guess, "Did you have another breakthrough in your cultivation?"
"Nope. I was just playing a game. You can't take it seriously."
"......" Yin Le was at a loss out of habit.
The wheelchair beneath Luo Nan didn't need her to exert force at this time. It automatically moved forward and left the room. Yin Le hurried to catch up. She could confirm that this wasn't the work of the motor built into the wheelchair.
Luo Nan ignored the commercial car parked outside after leaving the workshop. He directly controlled the wheelchair to move forward. Yin Le arranged for the driver to go ahead first. She walked with small steps in her high heels.
She followed behind him with clattering sounds.
It was close to midnight in the Ping Trade Market. Even in the central area, there were very few pedestrians. The streets were empty, looking quite refreshing.
But Luo Nan said, "How impatient!"
He narrowed his eyes as he spoke. A portion of the soul cloak spread out for thousands of kilometers, tens of thousands of kilometers. Hot bubbles bulged out from the intense light and high temperature. It was like a blazing furnace, roasting the slight fishy smell of the clouds and sea into a complex sensory stimulation. It was transmitted over a distance of one thousand five hundred kilometers. He sensed it, experienced it, and responded to it.
Of course, it was just as Luo Nan said. This series of senses was more like the stimulation of a virtual game, and it was a low degree of simulation. It was a bit like the deja vu of an external neuron taking an offline test.
He wasn't even as nervous as he was back then. If he didn't pass the test, he would most likely be in big trouble. Right now, the soul cloak was restraining and resisting him. He was playing hide-and-seek with a true god in the abyssal region. He arranged a few configurations within the clouds and watched them live and die. He didn't care much about winning or losing.
It was just like the Pope of Hundred Collections, who claimed to use her body as bait. What tense situation? It was all just talk.
How could he be taken seriously?
Well, for Bai Xinyan and the other people involved, this wasn't wrong.
Only Luo Nan wouldn't. He couldn't do this!
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