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Thousand Illusions was an assassin, and a stylish one at that.
At least, that's what he thought of himself.
Every mission, he loved to employ illusion techniques, step by step pushing his target into the abyss of despair.
This time, he was prepared to do the same.
He had already lured the girl into the phantasm he meticulously set up.
But he had been using his illusion technique for a quarter of an hour now, and the young girl had not shown the slightest issue.
"Could this be some expert playing dumb only to deliver a fatal blow later? Am I the actual fool here?"
Sweat started to form on Thousand Illusions' forehead.
By now, Yu Qingtan, slow as she was, realized that something was amiss.
She took a careful look around.
No valuable discoveries.
She simply stood in place, eyes quietly fixed ahead, waiting for any change to arise.
The so-called 'If the enemy does not move, I do not move.'
And right across from Yu Qingtan, Thousand Illusions' gaze met hers.
A moment.
