"So, there's indeed a conspiracy."
Lu Zheng paused, then turned to look at Ye Lan King, "The key point is, he doesn't seem all that powerful?"
The mist on Ye Lan King's face quivered, wisps drifting away, while new mist was generated out of thin air.
"Is that so?"
"Buzz!"
Lu Zheng suddenly felt a blur before his eyes, and immediately illusions blossomed.
The sky was dark like dusk, mountains towered high, with jagged rocks resembling blades and prisons.
In the forest between the mountains, evil ghosts rampaged, some with red eyes and eagle beaks, others with emaciated bodies and sharp claws.
"Illusion Technique!"
Lu Zheng swiftly reacted, swinging the peach wood sword in his hand as the Exorcism Curse gathered once more, the blue light shooting out.
Meanwhile, he circulated True Qi to his eyes, using the Illusion Technique he learned as a reference, "Break!"
"Buzz!"
With a flicker in his gaze, Lu Zheng found himself back in Taohua Village again.
