Huan Wuchang took out a Folding Fan, spread it open, and gave it two waves before his chest.
A chill wind swept through. The bulging television vanished, turning into a landscape painting.
The frame above the television vanished as well, becoming a Beauty Picture.
The sofa became wooden chairs, the wardrobe became a standing cabinet, and the scent of old furniture gradually faded, replaced by a faint fragrance of agarwood.
The entire room changed from an apartment in the old city district into a residence in Pro State. It seemed even older, yet the oppressive feeling from before had lessened.
Huan Wuchang looked at Li Banfeng. "Much easier on the eyes now, isn't it?"
Could this be what this place truly looked like?
Li Banfeng swept his gaze around, then shook his head. "It's still an Illusion Technique."
Huan Wuchang was somewhat surprised. There were not many who could see through his illusions. "I heard Bitter Granny say that you're a Travel Cultivator, but your eyes are anything but ordinary. Do you cultivate another Dao Gate as well?"
Li Banfeng did not answer. He merely commented, "Falsehood is falsehood in the end."
"Must you really distinguish truth from falsehood so clearly?" Huan Wuchang smiled. "Back in Yuezhou, when you saw that private room in the underground nightclub, didn't you think it was real too?"
When Li Banfeng had been carrying out a mission for the Dark Star Bureau, he had once visited an underground nightclub. One of its private rooms had been exceedingly dangerous, and Li Banfeng had not dared enter.
Naturally, he remembered it. "I really did think it was real at the time. If Senior hadn't warned me, I might truly have walked into that room. What exactly was that room?"
Huan Wuchang said, "It was a road