"How do you know that your path is better than mine?" Qi Xiu's calm gaze sent a shock through the handsome Daoist's heart.
An indescribable sense of isolation made him feel like a frog being looked down upon in a well.
"Then let's try!"
Suppressing the discontent in his heart, the handsome Daoist, with a cold expression, stepped forward with his hands behind him, seemingly ordinary. But with each step he took, his figure grew fainter and more illusory, becoming increasingly elusive.
As he moved, streaks of dark and obscure Qi spread throughout the mirror world like ripples.
Cold, vast, desolate!
The endless Lunar Qi spread in all directions.
This place seemed to have transformed into a realm of Yin.
Looking around, Qi Xiu's eyes brimming with purple, he realized the handsome Daoist, having comprehended the "Taiyin's Infinite True Scripture," had completely merged with the endless black fog.
Impossible to spy.
Impossible to catch.
Impossible to detect.
