The Lightning Dao: First Volume was indeed impressive, but Wang Baole felt that Little Missy would definitely have something better. He eagerly pulled out the black mask and initiated the hallucination realm. When he opened his eyes, he was standing in the hallucination realm.
He stood on a snowy plain. A biting wintry wind blew past, weeping. His present entry to the hallucination realm was different than his previous entries, as he didn't have to call out to Little Missy. He could see her in the distance, a young woman of unearthly beauty, her long silky black hair adrift in the breeze and her white robes fluttering in the winter wind. She stood with her back towards Wang Baole, the wind in her face, her gaze seemingly out towards the distant horizon of the hallucination realm.
He couldn't see her face, only her long flowing hair. He couldn't discern the shape of her body, only her white robes swaying in the wind.
