His eye had lost their lustre and his body was sluggish.
Before anybody could react, the person sat cross-legged and removed something from his storage ring.
"Is that a mirror? Why did he take out a mirror?" A spectator couldn't help but wonder.
"Is he obsessed?" Another sneered.
However, none of their words reached Bai Hua.
Without caring about Jiang Yue, Bai Hua held the mirror and began to stare at his image.
Seeing this, a smile flashed in Jiang Yue's eyes but his fingers didn't relent.
He continued to play the pipa and Bai Hua continued to admire himself.
"Is he under an illusion?" A spectator finally realised what was happening.
"What kind of illusion is he seeing?" Another asked.
"Didn't fellow Daoist Bai close his hearing; how can he still be affected?"
"I also want to know."
Although the spectators were confused, it didn't affect their enjoyment.
