Yin Yang still sneered. "Putting on airs and playing ghostly tricks."
Of course, he was also concentrating on a close examination. After all, that Cross-Space Projection, that method of establishing a domain, was not something an ordinary Longevity True Man could pull off.
But when he looked more carefully, he suddenly realized something was wrong.
The other side gave him no chance to probe further. The long song ended, and a hand stretched out. Lotus leaves sprang up layer upon layer across the lake, their petals blooming, their color as pure as the clear sky, their radiance as cold as a blade's edge. In an instant, green lotuses bloomed and withered in endless cycle, while a three-foot sword emerged from within them. The other party held it in hand and gave it a slight shake before his chest. Sword Qi rose in grim waves, accompanied by the hum of a sword drifting among the clouds.
The Sword Qi came straight at him. Yin Yang's expression turned grave as he shifted half a step back, adjusting the rhythm of his sword intent's circulation while swiftly recalling everything he knew about Yu Ci.
The Heavenly Evasion Sect's understanding of Yu Ci still remained at the level of ten years ago. They only knew that his Sword Dao Reaches Divinity, that he was highly skilled in talisman arts, and that he also understood the art of projected clones!
Back then, the one who had swept across the Three Northern Lakes seemed to have been a clone. They had sent men after it, only to end up with a muddled account, leaving Qu Cheng resentful to this day. And now...
Yin Yang's eyes flew wide, and he shouted sharply, "You junior, trying to fool my eyes!"
That was it. Though this figure looked no