"Come forward, and I will teach you the true Refining God Technique."
"Heart Demon backlash?" Chu Ning's expression shifted slightly upon hearing this.
Taking a tentative step forward, he then halted, his gaze shifting as he suddenly called out:
"Xiaobai!"
There was no response, no motion, no answer.
The old man with black clothes and white hair looked puzzled.
"What are you shouting?"
Chu Ning sneered coldly.
"You are nothing but an illusion!"
With that, Chu Ning raised his hand, sending a spell toward the figure.
As Chu Ning raised his hand, the old man in black clothes and white hair vanished abruptly.
In the next moment, the hall returned to silence.
At this moment, Chu Ning closed his eyes, then opened them again, turning his head to look around.
Then his gaze fell on Ling Xiaobai, who was watching him curiously.
Only then did he breathe a gentle sigh of relief.
"Xiaobai, did you feel anything strange just now?"
Chu Ning asked Ling Xiaobai.
