At this moment, Yang Tianzi and the others also noticed the Ascetic. That old geezer, even now, still won't admit it?
Look at the firmament, the sun and moon coexist, stars align, one black, one white. How can such a scene be said to be fake?
"An illusion, it's an illusion." The Ascetic, seeing Wu Tian was not around, boldly spoke up: "That illusion realm is in the sky, untouchable; how do we know it's real?"
Yang Tianzi originally didn't want to argue with the old geezer, but after his words fell, the old geezer, with a smug look, ignited Yang Tianzi's anger.
"Why are you glaring at me, old man?" The Ascetic glared at Yang Tianzi, perceiving Yang Tianzi's reaction as disrespectful to the elderly, he angrily said: "Old man, traveled extensively, witnessed countless miracles, true or false, how can they deceive these experienced eyes of mine? I said it's an illusion, so it surely is an illusion."
