Young Master Lin's head was buzzing. The villagers on either side were all talking at once, chattering incessantly.
"This is an illusion, not real people..."
The Qilin's weak voice suddenly sounded within him. Lin Fei froze, then exclaimed with delight, "You've recovered?"
"I only have enough strength to speak." The Qilin raised its eyes slightly, its eyelids twitching, but it couldn't move any other part of its body.
Lin Fei's spirits immediately sank again, and his enthusiasm drained away.
"This must be an illusion for the trial. Since it's an illusion, you can only rely on yourself. I can't help you either. They may be watching your every move outside."
The Qilin spoke in a feeble voice, trying to persuade him.
Lin Fei felt a chill in his heart. Without realizing it, he had grown accustomed to relying on the Qilin. That wasn't how he should be.
His path as a cultivator should be to suppress everything on his own, with his brothers cheering him on from the sidelines and the women admiring him from behind. He should be the one kicking the wheels of history into motion.
"This should be your test, right?"
The Qilin interrupted his thoughts again. The heroic, high-spirited air he'd finally managed to summon in his fantasy instantly deflated like a punctured ball.
Fine! It and I were one. It was acceptable for it to lend a hand while I kicked the wheels along.
Lin Fei struggled his way out of the crowd. He didn't immediately try to talk with the villagers. Only after he'd put some distance between himself and the crowd did he carefully analyze what they'd said.
After a while, he had a general idea of the test: the candidates had to resolve the conflict between two villages.
Hanyu watched Young Master