A full day passed, and Mo Han did not leave his stone house even once. His body moved like a phantom across the wide training courtyard, every step lighter than falling petals. With each movement, three identical figures burst out in different directions—one leaping to the left, another lunging forward, and the third retreating backward. All three looked so real that even the cursed sword in their hands gleamed with deadly intent.
"Haa…" Mo Han exhaled softly, sweat dripping from his brow. He stopped abruptly, and the three figures flickered into nothingness like smoke dispersing in the wind. The silence of the courtyard returned, broken only by his steady breathing.
He smiled faintly. Shadowless Mirage Steps—third stage. Three mirages, three deceptions. With this, even elder-rank fighters will hesitate.
