Ye Fan felt fortunate that he could escape from the illusion. If it weren't for the advancement of human civilization far surpassing Xi He, a god who stubbornly clung to old ways, and if his spiritual power weren't strong enough, he might have been trapped in an illusion forever, living out his life within it.
If he could remain unaware of the illusion, living in a constant state of intoxication and dream, it might not be so bad. Unfortunately, he was very aware that it was just an illusion; the people within it were fake, and the life was merely self-deception. How could he pursue such a life?
"Young master, what exactly happened earlier?" Sang Yuan asked. "Did she... did she create an illusion for you?"
"Yes." Ye Fan did not hide it from Sang Yuan. As a cultivator with powers above the ascension level, Sang Yuan understood the basics of creating illusions, and Ye Fan could use his experience for Sang Yuan's reference.
