Li Banfeng stood at the door, observing the image of Ling Miaoying and marveling at the exquisite craftsmanship.
Look at this image; it's just like the real thing. The first time I saw it at the doorway, I couldn't tell it wasn't real. Now, scrutinizing it closely inside the Portable Residence, I still can't discern its true nature.
Her appearance, demeanor, clothing, movements, including her voice—Li Banfeng couldn't spot a single flaw.
Based on the reaction from the Gloves, the texture of this image was also quite realistic.
"Master, save me! His grip is too strong; I'm almost crushed!"
Li Banfeng nodded. "I'd like to save you, too, but this image is impervious to blades and spears."
Previously, the Tang Sword had struck a blow at Xiaoyao Lodge and decapitated it, yet the entity could still move.
"Master, think of some other way."
Li Banfeng pondered for a moment. "How about I start a fire?"
