Under the bright moon, Feng Jiuxuan stood in his white clothes, pure as driven snow, his silhouette flickering past, his long hair gently fluttering by his temples, his sidelong glance revealing a trace of astonishment.
Xu Yuan stared intently at the scene not far from him.
An illusion...
No.
Compared to an illusion, the "intent" that just passed Feng Jiuxuan's hair tips seemed more like an indescribable and unclear entity.
Xu Yuan said with a hint of excitement,
"Old Man Luo, I just felt something..."
The Saint's Remnant Soul snorted coldly,
"I'm borrowing your body to manifest 'intent,' it's natural that you can see it."
"What do you mean?" asked Xu Yuan, frowning.
"Quiet. We nearly died there."
Upon hearing this,
Xu Yuan was puzzled by the other party's words but still obediently did as instructed.
He watched as under Old Man Luo's control of his "intent," he engaged in a distant battle with his uncle.
