Duke silently stared at the elder, neither speaking nor moving.
The elder's gaze, like two substantial pressures, penetrated the light web crack of the Star Sea Sheltering Dew, directly pressing upon his Spiritual Power Crystal.
His Spiritual Power Crystal trembled slightly under the elder's gaze, the light web of the Star Sea Sheltering Dew already showing obvious cracks, while the magnified perception through the Pupil of the Rule Horizon was frantically reporting the reality of the presence before him.
The elder's spiritual fluctuations were extremely clear and stable, the rhythm of his breathing perfectly synchronized with the frequency of his heartbeat, every crease on his robe adhering to the real laws of physics, and even the heat radiating from his body could outline a normal temperature profile through perception.
But Duke knew that the more perfect the illusion, the less it could be trusted.
