Uncle Xia couldn't see, but he knew everything that happened in Xiaohai Village.

He wasn't surprised by Zhang Yue's appearance; he simply looked in the direction the group had left and sighed.

“I stopped it once or twice, but eventually it will happen three or four times.”

"After all these years, it's time for me to let go of the past."

As he said this, Uncle Xia gripped his cane tightly, facing Zhang Yue's direction.

"The city lord sent you, didn't he? We've caused him trouble."

"I just hope the city lord won't blame them; they're just a group of pitiful people who have forgotten the past and have no future."

Xia Shu's sorrow was palpable.

And what about you?

Zhang Yue walked closer.

"You guard this long-dead village. To prevent outsiders from discovering it, you proclaim the existence of the sea god, gather the villagers in faith, and even secretly guide them to be xenophobic, isolating the village from the outside world. Do you regret doing this?"

"Or rather, is there something you want to change?"

Zhang Yue's fingers traced a line in the air.

Ghost cultivators are extremely sensitive to ghostly and yin energy; in her eyes, the village was shrouded in dense yin energy.

Everything in the village was nothing but a false illusion.

As for those villagers... they are just lost souls who have lost their memories of the time of their death and are thus lingering here.

The real Xiaohai Village was destroyed in the sea disaster ten years ago.

The only survivor, Uncle Xia, lost both eyes in the waves but gained a special ability.

She called it a miracle.

It is because of this miracle that the villagers are able to live like normal people.

But an illusion is still an illusion.

Bubbles are fragile, and everything will eventually come to an end.