Not Fake

Long, long ago, when Hu Yun had still been a fox whose intelligence had only just awakened, his trust in Ji Yuan had already taken root. By now, even though Hu Yun had never truly seen the world and did not truly understand what kind of existence Ji Yuan was, Mister Ji remained more reliable and reassuring than anyone else in his heart.

Thus, the moment he saw Mister Ji appear nearby, Hu Yun immediately calmed down. As he settled, the mountains that had still been rumbling with unceasing aftershocks swiftly stabilized as well.

Ji Yuan took all this in and understood that everything was merely scenery given form by Hu Yun's state of mind. A pure Demon Cultivator like Hu Yun naturally had no Intent Cauldron and would not open an Intent Realm World, but that did not mean his state of mind could not manifest. What was before them now was one such manifestation.

Hu Yun did not understand why it had been so difficult and painful when he had just tried to seek Mister Ji's help. Yet now that Mister Ji had truly come, his unease and agitation vanished without a trace, and he retreated to Yin Qing's side.

"Mister, it's this demoness! She wants to catch me and tie me up!"

Standing beside Yin Qing, Hu Yun stretched out a paw and pointed at the white-clothed, white-haired woman ahead, his fox-like face filled with resentment.

Ji Yuan slowly approached Hu Yun and Yin Qing. As he curiously examined this Little Yin Qing from Hu Yun's heart, he gently nodded.

"Mhm, Ji understands."

The Little Yin Qing before him did not differ greatly from the Little Yin Qing in Ji Yuan's memories. Even knowing that everything around them had arisen from Hu Yun's state of mind, Ji