The surroundings were white and empty.
It was an illusion.
Obviously, the Grand Master had no intention of concealing the fact that it was an illusion. She directly placed the fulcrum on the terminal, and the illusion was incredibly crude.
"What is it?" Ye Qingxuan looked at the Grand Master, somewhat confused.
"Please be patient." The Grand Master sat in her seat, and soon, in front of many tables and chairs, an illusory figure emerged from pure white. It was like a piece of black cloth draped around the body of an invisible person, and it did not even have a face, only two hands protruding oddly from the robe.
It was by no means an outstanding illusion, and could even be said to be incredibly crude, unable to live up to the name of the infamous Illusion Islands.
But soon, Ye Qingxuan was stunned.