"I said I don't quite understand, how about I show you instead."
Mirel spoke, her eyes becoming blurred, a complex floral scent reached Li Zheng's nose.
He gently sniffed a bit, and Li Zheng's brow immediately furrowed.
Before his eyes appeared delicate petals, a gentle breeze blew from somewhere, causing those petals to swirl and drift towards him.
At first, they moved slowly, but gradually, those petals suddenly hardened, like flying blades, accelerating swiftly towards his throat!
Li Zheng remained calm, letting the petals sweep across his neck, but not a scratch appeared; the petals, like illusions, passed through his body.
"Illusion?"
"Not just an illusion."
Mirel said, "If I wish, those petals can instantly become tangible, causing harm to their target. Moreover, as my spiritual power increases, the destructive force of the petals will also rise."
