"Everything you see is not entirely real; much of it is the work of the formation," Zi Ling's voice faintly began.
"That flower is fake?" Li Qing asked,
"Oh, that one, that one is real," Zi Ling said, "In the Cultivation World, nothing is impossible, so don't be surprised by this. If you get surprised by such trivial matters, others will instantly know you're a greenhorn."
Li Qing: ...
Fuck, got lectured by this old witch again.
"The mist is the formation, so the immortal cranes, the multitude of birds are all illusions crafted by the formation. The only real things here are probably our coffin, the cliff, and the flowers above," Zi Ling explained.
"What immortal cranes, what multitude of birds?" Peering into the distance, Li Qing didn't spot a single bird.
"Oh, right, although you have methods to restrain Yin Souls, your power is still meager after all, so stop looking, you can't see them," Zi Ling remarked.
Li Qing: ...
Thinking about how to strangle her.
