"Did you see that, my dear senior?"
Qin Feng's voice was soft.
The Scissors of Truth spun at his fingertips, flashing silver.
Each opening and closing made a soft snip, as if counting down to the end of this farce.
The searing pain of her domain being torn apart caused Lin Wanying's face, which imitated Su Qinghui's, to melt completely.
Her features flowed and twisted like wax.
Resentful energy erupted from her body, but it could no longer condense into rules.
"No!"
Lin Wanying let out a piercing shriek.
"What do you know?!"
As her emotions exploded, the entire ancient book reading room began to warp violently.
The walls and bookshelves rippled like water, while scene after illusory scene was forcibly conjured into the air.
In 1930s Shanghai, a woman in a plain qipao stood at the center of a salon, reciting poetry.
The cultured gentlemen below all looked at her with admiration.
"I was once the brightest pearl of the East China Sea!"
Lin Wanying's voice overlapped with the illusion, tinged with madness.
"My essays could be published in the Shen Bao, and my poems were set to music and sung! I thought I possessed the deepest wisdom in the world!"
The illusion shifted.
The refined scholars began attacking one another with the most venomous words.
Gentlemen in suits calmly discussed war and sacrifice over a map.
"But what did any of that matter?!"
Lin Wanying howled miserably, and the illusion shattered with it!
A shrill air-raid siren pierced the skies.
The azure sky was filled with silver bombers.
In the illusion, she stood in the auditorium at her graduation ceremony, her face full of boundless hopes for the future.
The next second, the ceiling came crashing down.
"When bombs calculated with the most precise knowledge fell from the