"Hey? Hey? Yuepo? Can you hear me? It's me, the alchemist! I'm here to save you. Make a sound if you're there."
Li Fan noticed that Yuepo's Divine Sense seemed to be obstructed by the magical artifact, but sound transmission was still possible. So he tried controlling 'Seventh Sister' to let out a shout.
"Ha! You think such low-level illusions can deceive me? Screeching like a woman! If you're going to impersonate, at least do it convincingly! Pah!"
Li Fan: "..."
What a feisty rabbit! Then again, he couldn't blame Yuepo. Even Li Fan wouldn't have expected that a dignified sword spirit at the Nascent Soul stage—the epoch-defining sword spirit of the Great Evil Flying Sword, crafted by Xuantian himself with sword essence, and the legacy artifact of a Beichen disciple—could somehow end up in such a ludicrous position, trapped by a golden wine cup. If word got out, it would surely tarnish the reputation of his sword sect! But seriously, what kind of object is this?
