A thousand-li projection was an avatar image formed by a cultivator splitting a wisp of divine intent and gathering vital Qi. Generally speaking, it possessed no combat capability.
However, when the figure materialized, this place instantly fell silent. The divine ability of a Longevity True Man, coupled with Lu Suhua's own temperament and bearing, both brought an extremely intense sense of oppression.
Yu Ci certainly felt pressure, but there was even more curiosity. It was his first time closely observing this rather unorthodox female cultivator. He saw that her facial contours were clear and deep, with long, slanting eyes that held a great deal of gentle allure. Yet her face appeared lean, and her lip line had a slight angle, diluting that natural charm. Between a half-smile and nothing, she possessed her own air of aloof nobility, making her lofty demeanor even more apparent. Even as a temporarily condensed phantom, she could display her style.
Lu Suhua's gaze was crystal-clear, fixed all along on the other person's eyes. Of course, the direction of her line of sight fell only on Miaoxiang. After a slight inspection, she nodded and said, "So you really were suppressed! But Dharma Master, sealing your inner demons is like covering a fire with a bamboo basket. Even if the firelight cannot be seen for a moment, in the end it will still burn through entirely."
Miaoxiang did not speak a word, nor did she even wish to converse with her, already preparing to strike this projection apart with a single palm. At that moment, however, Lu Suhua's projection made a smelling and inhaling motion, seeming quite fond of the fragrance Miaoxiang emitted: "Unpredictable and shifting, yet without a shred of worldly turbidness. Your Dharma method is very interesting, let me guess..."
As she spoke, she walked