At first, the boy clung to him like a rogue, and on a whim, he said he wanted to create a font that only the two of them could understand;

Who would have thought that this font would later become the young master's only plea to the world during his escape?

"Ling Qing, this character is an antonym because its tail swings in the opposite direction, hahaha! If it swings to the left, I'll be on top; if it swings to the right, I'll be on the bottom; if it swings up, I'll be on the right; if it swings down, I'll be on the left. Isn't that interesting, hahaha!"

"This character is a cry for help. It's a big white cloud with a blade of grass stuck on it. In the mortal world, there's a saying about selling oneself for a living. That means I, Yunxiao, am going to be sold... Sigh, Lingqing, you'll come to save me then, won't you?"

"This, hahaha...this character, pfft, a sword with a stinky face drawn on it, this character is you..."

"Ling Qing, you've remembered them all, haven't you?"

"Ling Qing... Ling Qing... Ling the Great Popsicle... Han Yu!"

The sounds of Yunxiao playing and joking with him kept echoing in Black Owl's mind.

Along with the sound, there seemed to be corresponding images embedded in a blood-red, filthy background.

His head was throbbing, and he instinctively covered his face with his hands, but couldn't bear to cover his ears.

Ji Fengyao noticed that Hei Xiao was acting strangely, so she quickly used telepathy to ask, "Brother Xiao Chen, what's wrong?"

She glanced at Mo Linxian beside her, who seemed oblivious and was enjoying her hotpot meal. Her small hands, hanging by her sides, clenched gently.

“I think I’ve remembered some forgotten memories from my past life.” Amidst the cacophony of voices in the clouds, Black Owl easily discerned the little bandit’s voice and, with remarkable self-control, forced a reply: “This isn’t the first time, but this time… it’s exceptionally strong!”

"It's the illusion that's amplifying its influence on your soul, forcing you to recall the past," Ji Fengyao hurriedly used a mind-awakening technique and continued to say to Hei Xiao, "Brother Xiao Chen, you must suppress your urge to remember the past."

We are now trapped in an illusionary formation. No one can guarantee that what you are seeing now is a real memory, or a memory that the illusion wants you to see. Don't let it take hold and destroy your soul!

"I understand..." Black Owl gripped the edge of the stone table with both hands, gritting his teeth, unwilling to think any further.

But Yunxiao's voice... is really hard to hear...

Ji Fengyao was also filled with mixed feelings. She turned her head again to look at the person next to her who was still eating happily and seemed to be exactly the same as Mo Linxian in her memory.

He heard Black Owl's soft groan of pain in his ear.

Ji Fengyao knew she had no time to hesitate. She suddenly drew her longsword and swept it at the person beside her, crying out in pain, "You are not my master, stop now!"

The longsword swept across the man's arm, tearing his lake-blue clothes and drawing out crimson blood.

Mo Linxian seemed surprised and hurt by being injured by his little disciple, but he still looked extremely doting: "Little darling, why did you suddenly turn your weapon against your master?"

When "Mo Linxian" spoke to Ji Fengyao, Ji Fengyao noticed that Hei Xiao's condition had improved significantly.

Although she was very reluctant to admit it, this proved that the master in front of her was indeed a fake!

He was the spirit conjured from the illusion to kill her and Black Owl!

"Stop pretending. You are not my master. Even if you transform into my master's appearance, you can't learn even a fraction of his skills." Ji Fengyao quickly closed her eyes, telling herself that this really wasn't her master. She took a deep breath and thrust her sword again.