High above the clouds.
After listening to Qing Yueqiu's account, the illusion of Pei Yuhang smiled, relieved, as if waking from a long dream.
"So that's how it is. It seems it wasn't that you didn't belong in this world, but that this world was never meant to be yours."
"Palace Master Pei, I'm so sorry to tell you such a cruel truth. You are all just phantoms fabricated by the Illusion Realm, not living, breathing people…" Qing Yueqiu said apologetically.
Pei Yuhang shook his head, looking at the silver-haired girl before him and smiling. "That's where you're wrong. As the saying goes, 'If I can hear the Dao in the morning, I can die in the evening without regret.' Compared to being immersed in a false world, I would much rather be awake."
"Besides, I'm very glad you didn't become lost in this world.
Yueqiu, you truly are exceptional. After all, this timeline is far more beautiful than the real world you came from.
