In that room in the Yang Origin Vein, Lin Jing watched Xiao Yan and Qingtan, both of whom had their eyes tightly shut, and grew anxious. It was not that she doubted Xiao Yan, but she knew all too well how fearsome the Eternal Illusion Demon Flower was. Even Qingtan had fallen prey to it so easily, so her heart drummed with uncertainty over whether Xiao Yan could successfully awaken her aunt. What she feared now was that he might fail to wake Qingtan and instead sink into the illusion alongside her.
Before long, however, Qingtan's fingers twitched gently. A moment later, she slowly opened her eyes, her awareness gradually returning. As familiar memories flooded her mind, she finally understood exactly what everything in the illusion had been. To think that a single careless moment had left her caught in an Alien Demon's trap.
Although Xiao Yan had slaughtered all of Qingyang Town hundreds of times within the illusion, time flowed differently there than in the real world. Thus, from Lin Jing's perspective, less than half an incense stick's worth of time had passed between Xiao Yan linking his consciousness with Qingtan's and Qingtan regaining awareness.
Qingtan gazed at Xiao Yan, whose eyes remained closed, a hint of conflict surfacing in her own. Though she knew everything in the illusion had been false, and that he had only acted that way to wake her, the things he had done there really had been utterly outrageous.
Just as Qingtan could no longer resist the urge to teach Xiao Yan a lesson, Lin Jing, who had been waiting nearby, rushed over in delight and threw her arms around her. "Wonderful, Aunt! You're finally awake!"
"Jing'er..." Qingtan gently patted Lin Jing's back, guilt stirring in her heart. In the illusion, she seemed to