Amongst the crowd came a group of women. They were the experts of the Illusive Music Immortal Palace, and the one leading them was the Music Master.

The current Music Master had lost any of her previous kind and gentle air. She was like an entirely different person. The ruthlessness in her expression could not be hidden.

“Impossible, impossible! You’re fake! You must be imposters…” Zi Yan was as pale as paper. Tears streamed down her eyes. She had fallen into a nightmare.

She had to wake up, but she was powerless to do so. That was because everything before her was real.

The warm, motherly Music Master that had protected and defended her had torn off her mask,...