Another two months passed in the blink of an eye.
As Yi Feng spent longer and longer in the game world, he increasingly felt that everything was becoming more real.
He returned to the sect for a long-overdue visit. Everyone in the sect was immensely excited, yet because of the gap in their strength, an invisible barrier of distance and reverence had formed between them.
Yi Feng was still the same Senior Disciple Brother he had always been, unchanged in the slightest. Yet his fellow disciples no longer possessed their former warmth, their actions and words all noticeably restrained.
Feeling the subtle shift in their attitudes, Yi Feng could understand how his fellow disciples felt, but the estrangement and sense of distance still left him somewhat moved.
People from nearby sects had also come to visit and befriend him upon hearing the news, which made Yi Feng sigh again and again.
Once a person achieved success and fame, the attitudes of those around them always changed greatly, and many people with ulterior motives would appear as well.
That was reality.
As the saying went, when one was poor, no one asked after them even in a bustling market; when one was rich, distant relatives came calling even from deep in the mountains.
Such was often the common way of the world.
It had to be said that this game was too real. It portrayed even the human heart with such meticulous detail.
For a time, Yi Feng could hardly distinguish truth from falsehood.
If not for the occasional game settings surfacing in his mind, he might have believed that he had lived another life.
After his brief return to visit the sect, Yi Feng understood that the gap between himself and his fellow sect brothers was growing ever wider. From