Xu Wuyi attempted to touch that illusion with his Spiritual Power, carefully sensing every detail.
The feathers, the sharp claws, the pupils, the flames...
Everything was perfect.
But that sense of something missing still existed.
Xu Wuyi opened his eyes and looked out the window.
The bamboo forest had completely vanished into the night; only the rustling of the wind blowing through the bamboo leaves could be heard.
He suddenly recalled what Wang Hanshan had said that afternoon.
"That sense of absence you mentioned isn't a problem with your Heart Image. It's that you yourself feel something is still missing."
It was what he felt was missing. But what exactly was it? Xu Wuyi did not know.
He only knew that Wang Hanshan could not provide the answer to this question. Perhaps his upcoming journey could.
Early the next morning.
The sky was just beginning to lighten when Xu Wuyi woke up.
