As Mo Xuan spoke, he gestured, and the two little ones beside him listened with shining eyes, seemingly imagining that scene.

"No, I don't intend to use it to create a fairyland, I just want to create some ordinary scenery."

Xu Milu shook her head and lit the lamp wick with fire. As the two tiny lights came on, a thin layer of mist billowed out from under the lampstand, slowly spreading across the floor like smoke, resembling the mist created by a piece of ice, and quickly enveloping the entire interior of the restaurant.

...

"Gurgle..."

Xu Milu opened her eyes in the thick fog and found that the scenery around her had changed. Beyond the fog was a cluster of pavilions and towers, a riverside pavilion, a river of spring water flowing westward, with scattered pink and white petals floating on the water. Boatmen were rowing boats on the river, and beautiful women with umbrellas were gazing at the river from the bridge. Occasionally, a few children would run and laugh by the street. It was a scene of Jiangnan.

The scene is incredibly realistic, as if you were actually there, but everyone in the picture has a blank face, like an unpainted sheet of paper.

For Xu Milu, such a scene was somewhat terrifying.

With a thought, the fog gradually dissipated. When she opened her eyes again, she was still sitting at the table. The flame in the lamp had been extinguished, and a little fog still lingered in the restaurant.

Chenxiang seemed to want more, and grabbed Moxuan's hands, gesturing excitedly:

"How interesting! How incredibly interesting! I was just chatting with the old man on the bridge, and in the blink of an eye I'm back in the restaurant! Do you know where there are any more mirages? I'll go catch another one and make a big lantern to play with!"

Mo Xuan rolled his eyes and patted his shoulder, muttering a complaint:

"Do you think mirage demons are so easy to catch? Those things are good at hiding; even we dragons rarely see a living mirage demon—hey? Madam Xu, where are you going?"

Xu Milu got up and left without looking back, her face filled with excitement, even her pupils were slightly dilated with excitement:

"Go find a designer to create a draft of the garden! I guarantee this flower-viewing feast will be talked about for a hundred years to come!"

Chicken shooter?

What is that?

The two restaurant patrons scratched their heads in confusion.