Swoosh!
Everything around suddenly became vivid, although Lu Zheng was still standing in the same place.
"Is my Illusion Technique mighty? I didn't think so, didn't you see through it in a glance?" Daoist Yuting, somewhat surprised, asked, "Where did you spot the flaw in the second illusion?"
Lu Zheng turned to look at Yuan Ning, "When Senior Brother Yuan Ning glanced at me earlier, he seemed a bit gloating."
Yuan Ning was startled by the words, then hurriedly suppressed his smile and lowered his head, saying nothing.
Then Lu Zheng lowered his head and saw an extra stone bench had appeared where the wine jar was placed moments ago, he didn't know when it was moved.
Lu Zheng, "..."
"Well done, well done, attentive and good at probing." Daoist Yuting nodded.
Lu Zheng felt somewhat uneasy, unsure if he was still within Daoist Yuting's Illusion Technique world.
"Phew—"
A gentle breeze blew past, and the stone bench before Lu Zheng was blown back to its original position.
