At this moment, Young Master Lin's head was buzzing, and the villagers on either side kept chattering.
"This is an illusion, not real people..."
The weak voice of the Qilin suddenly came from within, making Lin Fei pause, then feel a surge of joy, "You've recovered?"
"Just enough strength to speak," the Qilin slightly raised its eyes, blinking but unable to move any other part.
Lin Fei immediately became dejected again, losing interest.
"This seems to be the illusion for the test. Since it's an illusion, you can only rely on yourself. I can't help you, and your every move might be watched from outside."
The Qilin weakly advised.
Lin Fei felt a chill inside, gradually realizing his habitual reliance on the Qilin, something uncharacteristic of him.
His path as a cultivator should be to suppress everything by himself, with brothers cheering on the side, women admiring from behind, and the wheels of history being kicked forward by him.
"This must be your exam question?"
