After a moment of silence, Lv Yingbo slowly began to recount what he knew.
Perhaps because of some discomfort, it started a bit scattered, like fragments without any semblance of order, but gradually they linked together, unfolding magnificently, forming a dense network before Wang Anfeng's eyes.
"In White Tiger Hall, the most formidable is naturally the Hall Master."
"Though I detest him... putting aside personal grudges, his martial arts are terrifying, extremely terrifying. It's an entirely different level from the shadow. Blade Madman, you might be able to defeat his shadow, but as long as that person is there, he can form countless shadows."
Wang Anfeng's pupils contracted sharply, and he said:
"Countless?"
Lv Yingbo's expression turned somewhat grave, nodded, and said: "Yes, countless... As far as I know, all his shadows are sustained by mirror reflections of the shadows, such as me, or others."
"But to the master of the shadows, there's no consumption at all."
