At that moment, just after taking his seat behind the long table, Qi Ming had reached for the delicacies on it when Xu Yi stopped him with a voice transmission. Qi Ming then realized what the beautiful woman before him really was.
Unfortunately, he lacked Xu Yi's ability to see through the illusion, and Madam Jiang's peerless beauty still left his blood racing and his heart aflutter.
Only now, after Xu Yi had exposed Madam Jiang's true form and forced the demons to reveal themselves, did Qi Ming finally come to his senses. He shouted a warning, helping Xu Yi out.
The ironclad facts lay before them. The bandits' dazed expressions vanished, replaced by utter disbelief and shock.
Madam Jiang stroked her ruined face. Her body grew light and drifted into the air as she stared coldly at Xu Yi. "How did you see through it?" she asked, voicing the question she had kept in her heart for so long. Her voice was no longer a soft murmur; it sounded as though it had been dredged up from a pool of icy corpse water.
Xu Yi snapped, "A mere illusion—what is there to fear? You vile creature, drop your spell and leave at once, and I'll spare your life!"
Though he spoke boldly, Xu Yi truly admired the exquisite illusion Madam Jiang had crafted.
Had his Soul Power not been astonishing, and his eyes unable to see the dead spirits directly, he would likely have fallen for it too.
From the moment he entered, he had seen a scene unlike anyone else's.
In the others' eyes, the hall was lavish and bright, every inch magnificent. But to Xu Yi, it was a place steeped in ghostly gloom, woven over with nets, and swept by bleak winds and bitter rain—a veritable