Turning illusory into reality

"Master, try it." The young man continued to persuade him.

"We'll see. " Master Yan did not seem to be interested in his proposal, but his eyes were flickering.

"Master, what does little uncle-master look like? why does he think that he's going to cross the Tribulation?" The young man asked helplessly.

"He didn't have any talent for cultivation when he was young. He had a headache whenever he practiced Qi. Sometimes, he would hit his head against the wall." Master Yan's expression eased as he recalled the trifles of the past.

He gently touched the yellowed paper in front of him with his fingers, just like how it was in the past.

The teenager did not interrupt his thoughts and listened quietly with his hands down.

"Later on, he began to cultivate the path of refinement. When he reached the realm of external body, I could vaguely see the glow in his eyes."

"Sunglow?"