"No wonder I felt something was off here." Ling Feng said calmly, "So this is your doing. Then again, who else but you would possess such abilities to trap everyone in this Illusory Realm?"
As the Magician stepped forward, Ling Feng finally understood that all of this was tied to the Hand of Death—a grand Illusory Realm that only the Magician could create.
"You jest, Master! My modest abilities are nothing but a display of amateurish skill before you!" Bound by the Master-Servant Contract, the Magician showed great respect toward Ling Feng. Without Ling Feng's command, she remained half-kneeling on the ground.
"Stand up!" Ling Feng said indifferently. "Speak. Tell me everything you know. What is the purpose of your operation this time?"
"Yes, Master!" the Magician replied. Then, as she narrated the details, Ling Feng pieced together the entire truth!
