The flames burned hot.
The temperature was dry.
It was now 10 o'clock in the evening.
The weather in New York had turned slightly overcast, the moon and stars that had just been visible when looking up were now obscured by clouds.
At the entrance to the psychological counseling clinic.
Du Wei opened the Melting Furnace and calmly looked at the pool of melted gold liquid.
To the naked eye, everything seemed normal.
But with Spirit Vision, Du Wei saw a sequence of letters emerge—valak.
"Is this really your true name?"
Du Wei silently asked himself, seeking an answer.
Then he said, "Based on the conclusions drawn up to now, it seems to be..."
He had always wanted to verify this, but as the moment approached, he began to want to deny it.
He couldn't clarify the issue of the demons' true names.
Thus, instinctively, he wanted to give a negative answer, allowing himself to discard a plan and choose the scheme of a dream within a dream.
Making choices was difficult.
