Meng Changkong watched Luo Chuan and Yao Ziyan's figures disappear at the end of his sight, then gave his body a deep stretch.
With a light snap of his fingers, the dining cart shattered like foam.
When an illusion created became no different from reality, that illusion was reality.
The line between truth and falsehood was not merely empty words.
Meng Changkong took the Magic Phone from his pocket, and its screen lit up.
"Magic Phone, still without the slightest trace of spiritual energy... How exactly does it work?"
Meng Changkong turned the Magic Phone over and over in his hands, but ultimately came to no conclusion.
Still, he did not dwell on the matter for long. Soon, his attention fell on the sole icon on the screen.
Sensing Meng Changkong's gaze, the App Store page opened automatically, displaying all manner of apps before him.
Luo Chuan had not taught him how to use the Magic Phone.
The Magic Phone's quality and intelligence were right there for all to see, so there was no need to worry about damaging it no matter how it was used.
But Meng Changkong did not know any of that. He was carefully examining the apps in the App Store.
"How was this thing used again? I actually forgot to ask the boss just now. I should download it first, right..."
"What are these Ten Spirit Crystals? Where am I supposed to pay these Ten Spirit Crystals..."
Meng Changkong's muttering continued without pause. It seemed that even without anyone to listen, he could keep talking to himself.
Fortunately, this place was rather remote to begin with, and it was already late. There were hardly any pedestrians on the road, with only a few streetlamps barely illuminating the street.
Holding the Magic Phone, Meng Changkong kept