"Hmm, it's nothing more than the fantasies of some pitiful people. Just let her continue to live peacefully in this Secret Realm."
Watching the 'First Generation Snow Demoness' stand up blankly, ignoring Chen Zhixing standing beside her, and walking further away like a puppet on strings, Chen Zhixing raised an eyebrow thoughtfully. In his eyes, a mysterious light fleetingly appeared before he revealed a look of sudden realization.
This so-called First Generation Snow Demoness was not a true person, but a creation made by mana, a being that seemed both real and illusory, whose essence was tied to this environment itself.
When Chen Zhixing looked around, the previously bustling cityscape beside him became equally illusory at this moment.
A coughing sound interrupted Chen Zhixing's gaze, followed by the old man speaking:
"Child, are you also here to receive the legacy, wanting to leave this snowfield?"
"Yes."
"Alright, follow me."
