"What... what's going on? Why are there suddenly people who look exactly like us?"
Yun Kuo's eyes widened in disbelief as he hastily voiced his question.
Xiaosuisui had no time to explain at that moment; grabbing her seventh uncle with one hand and Uncle Yun Kuo with the other, she flew out at an angle.
And the Black Mist, which had just morphed into three palms intending to lock onto their throats, caught the three decoys Xiaosuisui had conjured the instant they left their original positions!
"An Illusion Technique! I didn't expect the girl to be an Illusionist!" Mr. Wu's voice came from the Black Mist.
Xiaosuisui closed her eyes. Sensing a sharp cry, the corners of her mouth involuntarily lifted into a slight grin.
"What I can do isn't as simple as just the Illusion Technique," she said.
