Zhang Bin was stunned, because the beauty's hand was nothingness itself, completely intangible.
It seemed as if she didn't exist at all, as if she were just an illusory shadow.
"What... what is going on?" Zhang Bin asked, astonished.
"Haven't you figured it out yet? I am merely a 3D image created using technology, just like the people in your movies. This isn't real." A strange smile touched the beauty's lips as she spoke coquettishly. "Now, do you understand whose image I am?"
"Are you... are you the image of Madisha?"
Zhang Bin's face went pale as if he had been punched in the chest, and he staggered backward.
Just a moment ago, he had proudly promised her that he would revive her, even if it meant descending a mountain of daggers or plunging into a sea of fire.
He was a Cultivator, and one who had comprehended Heaven-Man Resonance at that; he couldn't make oaths lightly.
And since he had made an oath, he had to fulfill it.
