Not until the Little Genius Sculpture turned to leave did Lin Yi, who fell seated on the ground, suddenly realize he had confused several issues:
"Was the clothing on the Little Genius Sculpture always a sculpture from the beginning?"
"If that's the Little Genius Sculpture... then where is Liangzi?"
And the most crucial point was:
"Why did I always think it was Liangzi before the sculpture turned towards me, when it was clearly the sculpture of Little Genius?"
"Did this gust of sea wind interfere with my 'recognition' of Liangzi?"
Lin Yi, fighting against the foul-smelling sea breeze, struggled to get up from the ground, while the Little Genius Sculpture still walked in front of him.
Lin Yi watched its figure from behind and suddenly thought that when he had mistaken it for Wei Liang, he hadn't sensed much danger at all.
But when it turned around and faced him, that intense sense of crisis, along with the sea breeze, violently lashed at his face, chilling him to the bone.