"Hold on, I have a question!" Zhang Lie declared. "How can you prove that you're not just an illusion the clam made up to mislead us?"

Sheng smiled. "In that case, you're starting to believe my words, aren't you? Or rather, you'd like to believe that what I'm saying is right."

"If Zhu weren't around, I wouldn't believe a word of what you said."

Sheng smiled. "I apologize for the burden of my identity, then. I can't prove that I'm not an illusion; I can't say whether or not I'm an illusion myself. To date, I haven't been able to discover all the mysteries at the heart of the sea of mists. I roughly know that these illusions are created based on one's memories—ah!...