True Master Jun Shan's expression was grave, as if facing a formidable enemy.
He wielded the third Dao realm, gazing at the Paper Taoist before him.
However... he saw nothing.
The heavy snow on Heavenly Peak roared.
Under the reflection of the "Dao realm," the position where Lu Yuzhen stood was void, empty, chaotic.
This seemed like a person who should not exist.
A trace of confusion appeared in True Master Jun Shan's eyes, and Lu Yuzhen caught it all.
"Can't see it, can you?"
Lu Yuzhen sighed lightly, smiled regretfully, "I suppose your abilities are still somewhat lacking... but with your aptitude, you should be able to reach the level of the Yang God."
These words held no malice, but at this moment, they sounded quite like encouragement to a junior.
True Master Jun Shan's face sank, yet he was helpless.
Lu Yuzhen's dharma body blocked the way here.
He wanted to move forward but couldn't break through.
