In a remote jungle nestled between Chu City and Whitewater City within the Da Xuan Country, a thin and frail figure was leaning against a thick tree trunk. Both of his legs were spread apart in a relaxed manner. This figure belonged to a thirteen or fourteen-year-old teenager. Aside from his unusually pale face, the boy had fairly common facial features. His clothes were loose-fitting and a bright shining steel sword was carelessly thrown by his side.
Liu Ming extended his hands to look at them and touched his chest, then, after a brief moment of reflection, he suddenly realized.
The heart-stopping ordeal he had just experienced turned out to be nothing more than a dream-like illusion, and it all seemed to be thanks to the black vertical eye on the Chaos Stele.
Although Liu Ming's time in the illusion was but a brief instant, the process of battling the demonized Lan Xi felt extremely real. Even the sensation of his arm being torn off and his chest being pierced – the chilling coldness and the pain – felt like he could still vividly feel them, which left him somewhat shaken.
For that instant, he truly thought he was going to fall right there.
Only then did the young man in green clothes lightly cough and explained,