"It's taken care of."
Jie Bing closed his eyes, two lines of bloody tears streaming from the corners, a sign of the exhaustion from the Illusion Technique. If he were to open his eyes now, shards could be seen in his pupils.
"Don't strain yourself like this next time. The Qin Army's will is strong; they inherently resist illusions well."
Boss Liang was peeling an orange beside him, offering a piece to Jie Bing's mouth while taking one for himself. The oranges were picked here, large and sweet, presumably a specialty of that world.
Jie Bing shook his head. "I created an environment according to their consciousness. Everyone has obsessions; the Qin Army's obsession is even heavier than ordinary people. From another perspective, they are easier to control, yet their obsession can actively pull my hallucination. Deep down, they know they were cloned, but they'd rather continue dreaming."
