C178 White Hand Immortal Technique: Golden Cicada shedding its shell!

The light was ethereal and illusory, the space and time seemed to warp and distort.

Su Qingwu's figure was moving gracefully in the wind, her body swaying as though he was an illusion, as though he was reflected in water. The wind rippled, and her body moved along with his.

She opened her hand and grabbed at the air