"W-wait, am I seeing things?"
Lin Qing quickly took two steps back, returning to the porthole. Outside, it was still snowing heavily!
"Could we have fallen into an illusion?" Honglian looked at the two cultivators in the group, Liu Shuyue and Xu Xuanling.
But both of them also wore expressions of bewilderment.
Clearly, the situation before them was beyond their imagination.
Chen Xuan had a sudden thought, "Wind Song, report the wind speed and temperature outside."
"Measured ground wind speed is level 10, temperature minus 25 degrees." The AI reported the parameters almost without pausing.
Hearing this result, his heart couldn't help but sink a little.
"... An illusion shouldn't be able to deceive the spaceship's sensing instruments as well, right?"
But it simply didn't make sense!
