Lu Mingfei walked on, and the scene around him changed silently before his eyes.
At first, he did not notice at all. About five or six seconds later, he finally realized it and jolted.
"Damn." He abruptly stopped, his whole body stiff. "What the hell is this now?"
"Brother, it seems you're very anxious." A familiar voice came from somewhere nearby.
Lu Mingfei whipped his head around, surprise lighting up his face. The Little Devil he had been waiting for days to hear from, without getting any response, was now sitting on a protruding rock, his legs dangling over the cliff's edge.
Lu Mingze patted the spot beside him, gesturing for Lu Mingfei to come over.
Lu Mingfei practically jogged over and plopped down beside him so hard that he nearly sent them both over the cliff.
"Hey, hey, Brother, no need to get so excited, right? There's a cliff down there. If you fall, you'll die!" Lu Mingze wore an expression that said, I'm so scared.
Lu Mingfei rolled his eyes. "Demons can die from falling?"
Knowing that this was Lu Mingze's illusion and that he could not die no matter what happened, Lu Mingfei was very relaxed.
He looked ahead and carefully examined their surroundings. Before them lay a vast canyon. White mist rose from its depths, wrapping everything within it and obscuring it from view.
Lu Mingfei's illusions sometimes contained real information, so he did not let down his guard. He silently committed what he saw to memory.
A hissing sound came from deep within the mist, intermittent and faint, like the hiss of a swarm of snakes.
"Where have you been running off to lately?" Lu Mingfei asked.
Grinning, Lu Mingze pulled a bag of potato chips from behind his back and stuffed it into Lu