"Darling, this stuff is addictive. Not merely addictive—it creates dependence, too. And what you destroyed just now would have been enough to buy a fine little courtyard." Yun Bingxin could not help smiling.
"That expensive? Where did this stuff come from? How did he get addicted to it?" I asked.
"Senior Brother, if someone truly wants to quit, it isn't necessarily impossible to overcome the addiction. But people with strong obsessions find it harder to give it up. That's why it has become quite popular among wealthy lineages these years, and is even praised as a choice delicacy for the bedchamber. We first discovered that he was taking it after he came into contact with that woman, but by then, we'd already found out rather late." Shang Wanqiu spoke helplessly.
"Once consumed, this stuff turns one's obsessions into illusions, making it impossible to tear oneself away. With Sun Chongyang's temperament, it really would be difficult for him to quit." I spoke gravely. I had encountered similar things before. In the demonic domain where I met Master Sword Demon, there had been a plant that, once consumed, could make a person dream for ten years. Things that turned obsessions into illusions were far more formidable than forbidden substances in the real world. People who harbored illusions in their hearts, especially, found it hardest to escape and became deeply addicted.
With circumstances like Sun Chongyang's—falling from the heavens to the earth—it would have been strange if he had not become deeply enamored with this stuff. And that was without even mentioning someone with considerable wealth and an even higher status. So it was not that Sun Chongyang was unwilling to return. Returning meant giving up these pills. After all, if dreams contained everything, then he might as well abandon that cruel reality.