Song Yan closed his eyes.
Beside his ear, Pei Xuehan's voice continued to echo.
"Is the truth or falsehood really that important?"
"Have these hundred years truly meant nothing?!"
"Why must you leave?"
"Stay for me, will you?"
"Will you..."
Song Yan let out a light sigh.
A familiar feeling welled up.
He knew the "Illusion Realm time" had arrived.
Once trapped, he would sink into it, but if he ignored it, he could break free.
The next moment, he opened his eyes, and before him, the floodwaters still surged, the black rooftops neared.
The Sea of Suffering's jianmei stared at him straightly, with an expression that seemed to say "obstinate and beyond enlightenment."
This was the only time the Sea of Suffering's jianmei could be temporarily shattered.
Song Yan did not miss this opportunity, slapping the jianmei into dust, then giving the female cultivator beside him, who's still immersed in the Illusion Realm, a slap.
"Time to wake up."
