Perhaps because he had brought up Divine Lord Yangsu, a look of reminiscence appeared in Chen Linyuan's eyes.
He wondered how that old man was doing.
He had never imagined that their parting back then would separate them forever between life and death.
So often, that was how the world worked.
You thought it was just an ordinary farewell, that you would meet again soon.
But in truth, that was the last time.
While Chen Linyuan was still reflecting, Song Yan had fallen into confusion.
That meant the person standing before him now should also be part of the Sword Dao Illusion Realm.
An illusion...
Yet Song Yan still felt puzzled.
What sort of illusion could chat back and forth with him like this man before him?
"Senior brother, what exactly does your Sword Dao Divine Ability do?"
The question slipped out instinctively, and Song Yan himself felt it was quite inappropriate.
For most cultivators, a divine ability was a trump card on which their lives depended, something they could not casually reveal to others.
Asking about such things was rather presumptuous, too.
But Chen Linyuan seemed entirely unconcerned. He said casually, "Exactly what you see now."
"Although this world is illusory, and I'm fake as well, I can talk to you like a real person."
Song Yan froze. "It's that simple?"
"That simple."
Compared with the name of this divine ability, the effect Chen Linyuan described seemed far too underwhelming.
So he remained skeptical about that.
Even Little Song could sense that Chen Linyuan's explanation sounded as though he were teasing him.
"Whatever my divine ability does, it doesn't have much to do with you."
Chen Linyuan laughed. "With that time, you might as well practice your sword more, while this realm hasn't dispersed and I'm still here."
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