Spirit Taking Form

"Yi Yun has produced a phenomenon? You must be seeing things. Do you think that phenomena are sold cheaply on the streets? It's obvious that Princess Xue'er would produce one, but how can it be possible for Yi Yun?" The White Fox disciple, who previously reprimanded, said while turning towards where Yi Yun was.

Before he even finished saying his words, he was like a duck that had its neck pinched. The rest of his words were stuck in his throat.

Yi Yun was sitting there, with space around him distorted, as though countless Dao ripples were constantly emanating outwards. The disciple in question fell into a trance momentarily when he saw Yi Yun.

This trance only lasted for a few seconds, as he suddenly regained his state of mind, but his expression was that of shock.

Just a while ago, his mind had been affected!