Lu Zijing stood rigid on the dusky yellow stage, dressed in those eerie theatrical robes, as performers silently gathered around him. His scarlet demonic eyes abruptly lifted, piercing the hazy yellow glow and locking onto a figure standing with his hands behind his back above the stage's sky, who had appeared at some unknown moment.
Chen Fei!
He stood above the stage like a deity looking down upon the mortal world, his gaze calm and indifferent.
Lu Zijing's heart instantly sank to rock bottom. An indescribable chill shot from his tailbone straight to the crown of his head.
Trapped in this bizarre illusion, he had not even noticed when his opponent appeared overhead. Just how inconceivably profound was Chen Fei's mastery of this illusion?
"E-Elder Chen!"
Lu Zijing forcibly suppressed his terror and humiliation, his voice carrying a barely perceptible tremor.
"A misunderstanding! It was all a misunderstanding! This venerable one... I was blinded by greed just now and lost my head! We both belong to the alliance. With Outer Realm Heavenly Demons ravaging the Xuan Yu Realm, this is precisely when we must work together! What happened today was my fault. I am willing to swear a demonic heart oath and offer all my treasures. I only beg Elder Chen to show mercy and spare my life. In the future, I will spare no effort in helping the Illusionary Gate fight the heavenly demons!"
Lu Zijing spoke rapidly, humbling himself to the utmost, his scarlet demonic eyes filled with pleading. At the brink of life and death, the dignity of someone at the peak late Immortal Realm meant nothing compared to staying alive.
Standing in the sky, Chen Fei swept an indifferent gaze over the groveling Lu Zijing below. His voice held not the slightest emotion.
"A misunderstanding? When