"Who are you?" Lin Chuan asked doubtfully as he looked at the handsome youth before him.
"I'm Xiao Heng, one of your Santai divine envoys!" The youth revealed a gentle smile and spoke slowly.
"Xiao Heng? A Santai divine envoy?" Lin Chuan frowned. He completely failed to understand what the other person was talking about.
"It's normal that you don't understand, because you're currently trapped in an illusion born from your memories. I'll help you remember what happened!" Xiao Heng said.
"An illusion of memories? What exactly is going on? If this is an illusion, why can't I sense it myself?" Lin Chuan spoke rapidly, feeling as though he was on the verge of a mental breakdown.
Two people in a row had told him that this world was fake, yet in his perception, this world felt so real.
"You can't sense it because you don't want to, or rather, because you don't want to leave yet. But we can't wait any longer!" Xiao Heng said softly, the purple light in his eyes growing increasingly intense.
"Y-Your eyes..." Lin Chuan stared at the youth before him in shock. Those clear eyes had, at this moment, completely turned purple, becoming unfathomably deep.
"I have no way to break this illusion, because it is your memory to begin with. Attacking it would be equivalent to attacking you. So all I can do is construct another illusion within this one and let you see the real world. If you realize the problem, you can return to the real world with me. Otherwise, I will sink into your world with you, forever!"
After Xiao Heng finished speaking, he extended both hands and grasped Lin Chuan's hands, their fingers interlocking.
"What are you doing?!" Lin Chuan tried to pull his hands back, only to find