Non-Reality Existence

Under the watchful eyes of every cultivator in the Stone Temple, the old man whom they revered as their master personally led the four special visitors toward the center of the city, toward the most dangerous area.

Just after they stepped through the Stone Temple's brass gates, Nash happened to return from down the mountain. He immediately dropped to his knees and wailed,

"Wah! Boss, I know I was wrong! I actually didn't believe you and arrogantly tried to block the attack for you... I really won't dare do it again.

"If you're still angry, you can whip and humiliate me here in front of everyone."

The more Nash spoke, the more agitated he became. He was even about to start taking off his clothes.

The old man witnessed the scene as well and couldn't help sighing over how open-minded the young people of the lower world were.

"Nash, act normal. Remember your identity as an actor."

"Yes, Boss! Ahem!"

Nash immediately buttoned himself up and stood solemnly beside William. Apart from his darting eyes that kept wandering around, the rest of his posture looked very much like that of a bodyguard or security guard.

"You go ahead. I have something to discuss with Jessica."

"Understood."

William deliberately slowed down and fell behind the group.

No explanation was needed. The instant Dead Person Makeup was lifted, Jessica's mouth bit down. Her teeth gently nibbled at his flesh while her tongue licked it, rapidly healing him.

"Miss Jessica, the old man's method wasn't pathological... It was more like a spell. In an instant, it stripped away the air I used to breathe, as well as the oxygen remaining in my blood.

"If I hadn't mastered death, it really would have been dangerous."

Jessica, who was gently nibbling at William's abdomen, responded,