"Your Illusion Power can't withstand the assault of Sword Intent yet."
"Hee hee~" Hearing this, Ding Xitian giggled delicately. "Listen to you. It's not like I was planning on using an Illusion Technique on him. If I approach him with a sincere heart, do I still have to be afraid of Sword Intent?"
"A sincere heart?"
Ding Chunjing scoffed and said no more. "In any case, just be careful. Don't trip up in the..."
"Hm? He's spotted us."
Halfway through his sentence, Ding Chunjing's expression faltered. But he quickly recovered his smile, continuing to fan himself with one hand while waving to the distant Gu Zheng with the other.
"Impressive. We're both using Illusory Bodies, yet he still spotted us so quickly."
...
"Ding Chunjing, Ding Xitian?"
Several hundred meters away, Gu Zheng paused his hunt for the Demon Spirit Race. His Eyes of Golden Flame pierced through all the mist, and upon seeing the Ding siblings, his sharp brows furrowed.
