"Because this is a fake world. Everything is fake." Ling Qingyun said slowly in a sad tone. She looked into the distance. Once upon a time, the strength she was proud of, the sect she loved, and everything she had, she didn't expect them to be so fragile and illusory, shattering with a touch!
"Wait! What did you mean when you said that our world is fake?" The sect leader of the Autumn Path School was the first to question her. "If it's fake, then what about the sword intent that we've comprehended and everything else we have comprehended? Are the spiritual items in the world also fake? How can this be possible? All of them are extremely agile and full of vitality!"