The illusory shadow flickered, but one could discern that it was a middle-aged man.
"Who's there? Who are you?" Upon seeing the illusory shadow, Tennyson furrowed his brows and spoke.
"Hmph! Just a mere illusory shadow dares to cause trouble at our Celestial Palace..." Ashleigh gave a cold huff, ready to strike at the illusory shadow.
Just as he had lifted his hand, he noticed the phantom hand sweeping across. It seemed as if the world had frozen in that instant, rendering them completely immobile.
At this point, both Ashleigh and Tennyson were utterly dumbfounded.
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