"I know, I was just holding on to a sliver of hope…" Yan Huo's shoulders slumped.
"That's not hope. That's delusion." Even though he knew Bei Mingyuan couldn't hear any outside sounds, Xuan Liu still couldn't help but lower his voice, as if afraid of disturbing something. "The situation is dangerous right now. All we can do is fulfill our duty as protectors and not let anything disturb the Master. If any external threats or influences get through, it could be fatal for him."
"So you're saying we just wait?" Yan Huo scratched at the fine, soft fuzz on his head, his hair having changed texture along with his regression in age.
Xuan Liu looked around, identified the northeast, then walked over and sat down firmly. "You have to trust the Master. Trust that he can overcome this maze of illusions and return successfully. As cultivators, isn't our purpose to train a firm heart and mind? It's wrong for you to be clouded by fear."
