Different experiences, different visions

Song Shuhang looked up at the sky, again speechless.

In the meantime, Little White was still crouching nearby, drawing on the sand.

Song Shuhang asked, "Were all the plots just now your doing, Senior White?"

When he thought about it, he felt that part of the plot was especially melodramatic.

Little White said, "Time's up."

That line again.

Song Shuhang wondered, "What does that mean?"

"We've arrived," Little White replied.

Song Shuhang felt the world start spinning. The desert was gone, and he found himself back in the giant flying sword.

The illusory reality had been canceled.

He looked at Senior White, who was in the driver's seat, and saw that he had fallen asleep; the flying sword magical treasure was flying on auto-pilot.

Song Shuhang looked at Senior White's long hair.