The Monkey King's fur? This was probably "my" doing too...
But since Sun Wukong's story could be reproduced through Mystical Reenactment, it meant he had truly existed.
Seventy-Two Transformations... adept at summoning reinforcements... and that fur... hair that could turn into duplicates.
Could that monkey have been a Scholar of Yore? Was being pinned beneath Five Elements Mountain for five hundred years meant to complete the ritual of "breaking away from reality and making oneself part of history"?
While Abner was letting his imagination run wild, Lady Yaluolan extended her fair palm again and turned it upward.
Then, a redwood Eight Immortals Table appeared between them.
After inviting Abner to sit, Yaluolan somehow produced a teapot and two teacups, personally rose to pour him a cup of green tea, and placed it before him.
Perhaps it was an illusion, but I actually found this scene somewhat familiar, as though I had experienced it before... Abner was slightly dazed, but he did not touch the tea in his cup. After all, this place was essentially a Nightmare, all Imagination. Tasting tea here would only leave him with loneliness.
"This was once your favorite tea. You personally cultivated it when you were still Reinhardt... Why aren't you drinking?"
Only when Yaluolan's crisp, pleasant voice reached him did Abner snap back to his senses. This time, he did not hesitate any longer and picked up the cup for a sip.
The bitterness gave way to sweetness. It was indeed quite good, but the flavor was ultimately not authentic enough; it lacked something... Abner sighed inwardly, set down the cup, and turned to the real matter at hand. He probed, "I heard from Gehrman that you wished to see me?"
In fact, Vera had mentioned it as well. It was precisely because she had