Halos are like dreams, like illusions; the water-formed humanoid sometimes vivid, sometimes vague like mist.
The voice is equally ethereal like smoke, indistinguishable in age.
"Are you the Artifact Spirit?" Li Ji'an asked directly.
The water-formed humanoid clearly hesitated for a moment, then said with a smile, "So Fellow Daoist Chang'an has long been aware of my presence, ashamed."
"Senior Chang'an, I..." Wu Miaozhen's face instantly changed as she hurriedly spoke, trying to say something.
Unfortunately, Li Ji'an directly sealed her seven orifices with a flow of Magical Power, leaving her unable to speak, hear, see, or smell, becoming a living dead in an instant.
"Since we are face to face, why not speak openly?" Li Ji'an proposed to the water-formed humanoid.
"Fellow Daoist Chang'an is frank, yet I hope you will first grant me a request," the water-formed humanoid said.
Li Ji'an smiled faintly, and a Cangqing Magic Sword slowly materialized from the Qiankun Ring.
