"Forget it," he muttered to himself, a tinge of frustration evident in his voice. He decided it was best to keep a low profile for now. With a dismissive shake of his head and a swift adjustment of his sleeves, the young man, his eyes as dark as midnight, suddenly raised his voice, causing the spiders crawling on the ceiling to scatter in fear.
As soon as his words echoed in the room, the rectangular light above him seemed to intensify, casting a brighter glow that formed a luminous line connecting to his body. In a surreal display, another faint rectangle materialized, adorned with peculiar characters.
"Hmm? Thousand Illusionary Swords? Not bad, at least it's a sword technique," he murmured, his voice tinged with a hint of satisfaction.
If Xia Wei were present, he would have been astounded to discover that this rectangular light bore an uncanny resemblance to the transparent screen from his own system.
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