Having sent away the illusions of Peacock and Chen Chen in his own vision, Zhang Xiaohua took a deep breath, patted his chest, and sighed in satisfaction. He touched the broken lips created by his own "illusory Chen Chen" and the ruined neck created by his own "illusory Peacock." A sense of lingering emotions welled up within him.
Youthful desires were not unfamiliar to Zhang Xiaohua. He had never experienced such dreams in his eighteen years of life. He never thought that these dreams would materialize in the Illusion Formation of the Xiang Sect. The dreams came like a sudden storm, so intense that even if he could fly through the rain like a swift, he was still caught off guard. However, the person who almost shared this intimacy with him was not the dream he had longed for, nor the affectionate Nie Qianyu. This made Zhang Xiaohua feel incredible and a bit guilty.
