But the next moment, Fang Miao's smile on the face of the Illusion Absolute Ghost Hand came to an abrupt end.
He discovered that he had only stabbed Su Hang's afterimage. He swiftly moved away from the original spot and, with a wave of his hand, created a black-clothed, masked figure to draw Su Hang's attention.
"Fang Miao, you lay outside the courtyard wall, blowing in the chilly breeze all night. I didn't expect you would still choose to come to your death," Su Hang said indifferently, sitting at the table.
A chill ran down Fang Miao's spine; Su Hang had actually noticed him long ago. No, that couldn't be right. His Great Mirror Illusion Technique was an unrivaled Immortal Technique; there was no way Su Hang could have detected him. This brat was merely bluffing.
"Come to die? Hmph, you think you can kill me? Do you think you're worthy?" Fang Miao's voice came from the masked figure in black.
Fang Miao retreated from the house, pulling back toward the courtyard.
