Witnessing this scene, his eyes widened instantly.
"Ah!"
The young child covered his mouth, eagerly sprawled outside the threshold, and slowly squirmed to the side.
The threshold was high, and once he lay down, he completely vanished from sight. Then he pinched his nose, and his whole body became invisible.
The accompanying guard walked up the corridor, looking bewildered.
Where is he?
Did he really get lost?
"Shh."
Liu Wanliang suddenly appeared behind the corridor, gently waving his hand, signaling the guards to retreat.
He then quietly picked up the young child, covering his eyes: "Don't look, it's all fake."
"Fake?" The young child pried Liu Wanliang's finger open.
But the next moment, he found himself not outside Yonghua Palace, but in a pavilion.
"Ah, I can't see it anymore."
"Uncle Liu, what do you mean by fake?"
Liu Wanliang smiled and said: "There's a kind of spell in the world called the Illusion Technique."
"Just like I'm doing now."
