The same head materialized, emerging like a ball of flesh before opening its mouth.
Soon, a figure appeared before Yang An.
It was the Bow Lady.
Upon seeing the Bow Lady appear, Yang An instinctively reached out to grab her.
But the moment she saw Yang An, the Bow Lady flinched back as if startled, her expression completely unfamiliar and bewildered, as though she had never seen him before.
Seeing her reaction, Yang An's outstretched hand froze mid-air. He helplessly lowered it.
Her gaze and instinctual movement told him everything he needed to know. The old Monk was telling the truth.
Everything that had just happened was merely an illusion.
Even Hai Shu, whom he had already killed, had reappeared. Everything he had done was nothing more than an insignificant ripple in this world of extreme will.
The ripple had faded, and the water's surface was calm once more.
"The person you seek is not here. You may leave in peace."
