Jiang Qiao froze.
The room fell silent for several seconds, with only the oil lamp's flame swaying gently.
He stared at the hazy figure, the smile on his face slowly fading as his gaze deepened. "You can sense even that?"
Green Glow's voice remained calm:
"I once met a young man from a prominent family. He should have been the Liu Family's eldest grandson."
"His name was Liu Jiahao."
"While fighting someone."
"He revealed a Stone Statue. It had a pair of eyes with the power to erase things."
"Your aura is very mixed."
"And very strange."
"It feels like many different paranormal forces are entangled together."
"Among those auras, I sensed a trace that closely resembled those eyes."
"You killed Liu Jiahao."
"And took his ability?"
"You're that impressive? I take back what I said. Your nose isn't a dog's nose—it's even sharper than a dog's." Jiang Qiao suddenly became intensely interested in this woman's ability.
By the time of the great battle at Fishbone Temple in the future, this woman had already become a demigod.
The rules she displayed then were extremely bizarre.
She could make opponents who were also demigods feel as if they had fallen into an illusion. Yet once they truly believed it was an illusion, those illusions would become real.
Illusion and reality.
In her hands, they became tools she could toy with at will.
Her title in the future was Lord Shen.
The name suited her perfectly.
A shen was supposedly a sea monster from legend that could breathe out mirages of towers and landscapes. That was where mirages came from.
But compared with a mirage, she could go a step further.
She could turn those visions into reality.
Ignoring Jiang Qiao's teasing, Green Glow continued, "Aside from its power of erasure, those