Fang Qingyuan sat high upon the main seat of the grand hall. He was dressed in robes as white as snow, his features handsome and divine. The very essence of the Mirage Dragon Illusion Sword True Intent enveloped him, profound as an abyss yet ethereal as mist. These two contradictory qualities manifested together, yet somehow gave off a feeling of perfect harmony.
This was the result of the Mirage Dragon Illusion Sword Scripture he had been practicing for the past two years. He had already perfected the third layer and cultivated the Mirage Dragon True Intent. However, he was still at a stage where he could unleash it but not retract it at will, which was why the phenomenon was visible.
