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"Brother, come here..." The woman kept beckoning to Suo Lun, beckoning. It really was Lancome from Earth, the sister whose bond with him was vital and unforgettable.
Suo Lun couldn't help but move closer, closer.
"Master, don't go over there, this is an illusion of your own making." Suddenly Yao Xing's voice rang out from within his heart, "This is the spiritual trap set by the High Priestess; once you rush over, it's over."
In an instant, Suo Lun became fiercely alert and quickly stopped.
"Little brother, don't you want your sister anymore?" The woman resembling Lancome lamented pitifully and then turned her face, destroyed by sulfuric acid, towards Suo Lun.
At that moment, Suo Lun recalled the time on Earth when Lancome's face had been ruined, a period akin to a hellish nightmare. The memory caused his heart to tear open with acute pain.
But he still calmed himself and looked coldly at the woman in front of him.
Indeed, it was an illusion.
