This time, Xiao Hua did not deliberately disturb the illusion. Instead, he pinched his chin and watched from afar, quietly waiting for it to unfold. The illusion was not long. By the time Xiao Hua and Princess Zixia reached the bouquet of flowers, it had ended, and the entire beach returned to calm.
"I understand!" As Xiao Hua watched everything, a thought stirred in his heart. "Fairy Xingyue must have missed Xu Zhi, so she set up an illusion here, preserving the scene of Xu Zhi arriving at Lan Yue Palace. Whenever she missed him, she could come here and look..."
"No wonder Fairy Xingyue did not want to hand Lan Yue Palace over to this Xiao. This place held a young woman's tender feelings—how could she let outsiders know of them? Those feelings were witnesses of passing years. Fairy Xingyue could not bear to destroy them, so she left them here! If this Xiao had not helped Fairy Xingyue and Xu Zhi fulfill their long-cherished wish in the end, how could Fairy Xingyue possibly have allowed this Xiao to enter?"
"If that is so, then what does this book record?" Thinking this, Xiao Hua reached out to take it. Yet the instant his fingers touched the book, swish—one corner of it turned to flying ash!
"Ah??" Xiao Hua was greatly alarmed. His hand froze in midair as he cried out in disbelief, "Th-this is a... book scroll... used by mortals???"
Lan Yue Palace had been built by immortals. Xiao Hua would never have been surprised to see any strange or bizarre object within it. Yet on this platform, in the place where Fairy Xingyue missed Xu Zhi, there had appeared a book scroll used by ordinary mortals—and one from who knew how many years ago, a book that had