Shen Bai was already quite familiar with this phantasmal figure, so he remained completely unfazed.
The phantasm was currently in the middle of a bamboo grove.
Within the grove, every stalk of bamboo swayed in the wind.
As the bamboo swayed, the phantasm sat cross-legged on the ground, as Immovable as a mountain.
Then, a breeze swept through.
The breeze rustled through the bamboo, creating a sound like a melodious tune drifting through the mountains.
Just then, the phantasm finally moved.
Though it remained seated cross-legged, the phantasm's right hand slowly began to rise.
As its hand rose, the gentle breeze swelled into a gale.
The bamboo leaves, torn loose by the gale, were caught in the wake of the phantasm's rising hand and began to spin in the air.
Each leaf seemed to possess a Spirituality of its own, unleashing terrifying forms of Swordsmanship.
Each style of Swordsmanship seemed to have a mind of its own, entirely distinct from the rest.
