"How do you know?!" The man was startled when she mentioned twelve hours, and then he thought of the illusion that A-Zheng had just cast on him.
A surge of fear welled up inside him, and he looked at A-Zheng with unreadable eyes, "Is it you?"
You are a disciple of the Western Rong witch doctor?!
Who exactly are you?
The Western Rong shamans were physicians exclusively employed by the Western Rong royal family, holding a prominent position in the medical field. Illusion was a unique secret art of the shamans.
Each new witch doctor is appointed by the previous witch doctor, but Ah Zheng is only sixteen years old, so she certainly can't be a witch doctor; she can only be a shaman.
A disciple of the physician.
After all, although there is only one Western Rong witch doctor, the witch doctor may also select one or two exceptionally talented individuals to teach.
He was of mediocre talent and repeatedly lost in the competitions for selecting disciples by witch doctors. Later, he was fortunate enough to meet a disciple of a witch doctor. He happened to see the disciple practicing illusion magic several times, and secretly practiced what he saw day and night. After several years, he actually mastered illusion magic.
It was the backlash from secretly practicing illusion magic that caused him to be unable to have sex for the rest of his life, leaving him childless and without descendants. His only hope was his cousin, Kuroki.
But compared to A-Zheng's illusion magic, the result of his secret practice was like a joke; he couldn't even resist her for three seconds.
A-Zheng raised an eyebrow, her heroic face showing no change whatsoever. "Your eyes are quite sharp, but why should I tell you?"
Being a fool is far worse than being a wise fool.
Upon hearing her affirmation, Master Xu's chest heaved violently with anger, his red eyes filled with jealousy and hatred.
Why is it that what he sought throughout his life was something that others could easily obtain?
This girl is only sixteen years old, she's barely grown up, how come she has such good fortune?!
God is so unfair!
A-Zheng stared at him for a while, her lips moved, and her voice was cold, "You have reminded me of something. The Western Rong illusion technique has never been passed on to outsiders. Since you stole something you shouldn't have, and I caught you today, it's time to return it."
Do you want to do it yourself, or do you want me to help you?
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