"Hm?"
How could the illusions of Canglan and Xi Shenghao bring me back to my old home in Longquan Village?
Lin Fei’s mind remained clear and detached; he knew he had entered an illusion, and everything before his eyes was merely a phantasm. Yet, this illusion was so vivid—even the scent of soil in the air he breathed felt familiar and genuine.
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