Shocked, Yao Wumeng looked down to see a large hole gaped open in his chest. Looking up at Lin Xi, he discovered to his astonishment that Lin Xi's figure had become fainter and fainter, until finally, all that remained was the long sword in his hands raised in mid-air, a ridiculous sight. Without even turning his head, Yao Wumeng knew that it was Lin Xi standing behind him.
"True and false, false and true, who in this world can truly penetrate the essence of reality? Just like at this moment, who knows whether you are the real thing or a fake?" It seemed a mix of a sigh and a mockery of something.
Disbelief filled his eyes, but the pain from the hole in his chest and the weakening sensation as though all his strength was being drained away made Yao Wumeng realize that all of this was real. Very soon, Yao Wumeng found it increasingly difficult to breathe and felt his legs gradually losing strength. Eventually, with a thud, Yao Wumeng knelt down.
