Past Meteor City

"Bai Zhu! There's nothing in front of you! If you take another step, you'll really fall!"

One of Bai Zhu's feet was already on the edge of the trestle bridge.

He lowered his head and glanced down.

On the camera feed, the place was indeed probably completely empty.

But in his Spirit Sight, the Holy Mother Phantom's palm had already reached out before him. Sarasa stood at the very front, her twin ponytails swaying as she waved at him.

Bai Zhu withdrew his foot.

"Young master, stop yelling. I'm not blind."

Milluki nearly smashed through his keyboard.

"You're not blind, yet you're walking on thin air?!"

Shalnark's voice cut in.

"Bai Zhu, don't get any closer yet. Mother was able to disguise herself as Ella just now. It's normal for a second layer of illusion to appear."

Milluki immediately chimed in.

"Right! It knows you'll be on guard against Ella this time, so it switched skins!"

Bai Zhu raised a hand and rubbed his brow.

"Enough nonsense. I'm communicating with Sarasa."

The communications channel abruptly fell silent.

It stayed quiet for about two seconds.

Uvogin's voice was the first to crash through.

"Who did you say?!"

From Nobunaga's side came the sound of a blade scraping across the ground, then stopping abruptly.

Machi said nothing.

Pakunoda's breathing faltered for a moment before she quickly suppressed it.

When Chrollo spoke, his pace was slower than usual.

"Bai Zhu, are you sure it isn't an illusion?"

Bai Zhu did not answer immediately.

Sarasa had already turned around and raised both hands.

The children in the Holy Mother's palm raised their hands as well.

Specks of spiritual light flew from their fingertips, weaving into an unfurled scroll before Bai Zhu. Without hesitation, he stepped onto the Holy Mother's palm before him.

Sarasa looked