"What will happen if I can't get out?" Lianshan Xin demanded gravely.
Maitreya thought for a moment, his tone somewhere between firm and conciliatory. "If you were an ordinary person trapped in Shakyamuni's dream-realm seal, you would fall unconscious in the outside world, and that would be the end of you. Many such things happened in the Primordial Era. But you happen to be my successor, and you've cultivated the Divine Feet Ability, so One Dream, Three Thousand Worlds cannot seal your consciousness completely."
Lianshan Xin understood. "You two really do counter each other."
"Of course. I'm Shakyamuni's lifelong rival."
Lianshan Xin nodded slightly. Murong of the South and Qiao Feng of the North had once been considered lifelong rivals too.
By the look of things, Maitreya was Spirit Mountain's Murong of the South.
Unaware of what Lianshan Xin was really thinking, Maitreya added, "Of course, cultivating Dream of Jianghu requires a powerful consciousness. If this portion of your consciousness remains sealed here, it will certainly affect your physical body's condition outside. Your strength will be reduced by roughly half."
Lianshan Xin had guessed as much.
Without the Divine Feet Ability's enhancement helping him adapt to this mental state, he would have ended up a vegetable.
At that thought, Lianshan Xin glared fiercely at Maitreya. "We have to find a way out."
Maitreya chose to play dead.
"Bodhisattva, what can you do?"
Maitreya continued playing dead.
And so Lianshan Xin understood. This damned kid had no solution whatsoever.
On reflection, that made sense. How could he expect Murong Fu to fight Qiao Feng?
I'll have to do it myself.
Lianshan Xin completely abandoned his illusions about the damned kid and began considering what he should do.
His gaze involuntarily returned to Yan Shuang.
Say what you would, Top-Ranked Big Brother