In his previous life, the [Real] scenes experienced by Li Fan were utterly different.
The exterior scenes of [Real] seemed unaffected and remained still. However, images engulfed by fog around him flickered intermittently. Brightness fluctuated, like an old television losing its signal.
At that moment, Li Fan's mind was nearly blank.
He had no means of counteraction, only to wait, like undergoing judgment, for his ultimate fate to descend.
Fortunately,
[Real] eventually activated successfully, and Li Fan found himself back at the anchor point.
Once the very familiar scenery appeared before his eyes, Li Fan felt weak and broke out in a cold sweat.
Thinking of this, Li Fan's rasp slid, and the initially perfect little cat woodcarving was instantly ruined.
Li Fan tossed it aside and picked up another piece of wood to start carving.
Clearing all distractions from his Spirit Consciousness, he concentrated deeply.
