With the Illusion-Breaking Saber drawn, I vow to sever all delusions in the world.
In Song Ciwan's eyes, Zhang Tian at this very moment was a condensed mass of delusion. The blade swung through the crevice between the Mortal World and the Otherworld, its path traceless and swift, like an antelope hanging by its horns or a white steed flashing past a crack.
"Ah—"
Zhang Tian only had time to let out that single cry. In fact, it seemed he only managed to get half the sound out before he abruptly froze on the spot, silent and motionless.
CLACK!
The Soft Whip in his hand fell to the ground.
On Wangjiang Mountain, someone was pointing at Song Ciwan. "This person is in the Otherworld, yet they're trying to strike someone in the Mortal World. Have they lost their mind?"
The words had barely faded. The final syllable of his sentence coincided perfectly with the sound of Zhang Tian's Soft Whip hitting the ground.
The speaker's expression froze, and the others beside him fell silent.
