The woman in the illusion, dressed in white, possessed an otherworldly elegance, as if floating above the mundane world!
Her limpid eyes burst with fierce Sword Intent. With a sword slung over her back and her hands clas meninas her, she seemed capable of slashing the heavens and cleaving the earth. Her oppressive aura was so potent it felt as though it could penetrate the illusion, instantly intimidating everyone in the great hall.
"This, this... This is Elder Yan?" the middle-aged man leading the group stammered.
"No wonder she's our Sword Sect's Elder Yan. Even the shadow of her illusion is terrifying," the slightly portly elder wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. "My Heart Calming Illusion Sword Technique at the Ten-layer Realm can't withstand it."
"No, how could this child's illusion conjure Elder Yan?" the beautiful woman asked, puzzled. "How could his innermost fear be Elder Yan?"
"Wait, look! Isn't there something odd about this Elder Yan?"
