Above the long street.
Crouching at the street corner, Johan watched a carriage slowly disappear.
No... not disappear, but as if it had driven into a painting.
The passersby, the patrolling law officers, even a street magician right beside him seemed to have no awareness of it.
"The cursed object—Sanson's painting can drag the target into a hidden space for battle, and minimally lower the attention of those around."
Zhu Qingliu didn't resist the pulling force and was also dragged into the painting.
She saw a golden wheat field, and in the center of the wheat field, there was a carriage.
The coachman was befuddled, almost thinking he was dreaming.
The Eastern cultivators were not rigid traditionalists.
Even though they couldn't practice Western mysticism, for it would bring contamination and doom to their path.
But using talismans, cursed objects... to produce unique effects was not at all a problem.
