With the lifeless body of my clone sitting on top of an insanely thin layer of air above the bed, its legs crossed, eyes closed and hands cupped above the abdomen, it made the perfect picture of a man focused on his cultivation.
Taking a last look at the room I was about to leave, I realised there was one element missing from the perfect picture. With a simple, short punch against a wall, I made a few bits of stone fall off from it, before masking the small bruise on the room's body and picking the pebbles up. Infusing them with quite a bit of my energy, I threw them under the bed and into the illusion, quickly forming a simple array with a simple function of driving its energy around.
