Chapter 1123 Illusion


    If he examined her facial features individually, they might not be wless, but together, they created a


    perfect harmony.


    Looking at this face was like witnessing a celestial being in a heavenly realm.


    “Mr. Lowe?”


    Miss Felicia approached, one hand holding a towel, while the other gracefully waved in front of


    Emmanuel.


    “Oh, excuse me.”


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    Emmanuel finally snapped out of his daze, feeling quite uneasy.


    Apart from the first time heid eyes on Mackenzie, he had never felt so disoriented in the presence of


    a woman.


    Not only was it because the person before him wasn’t the face he had anticipated, but also because


    this face was incredibly beautiful.


    Moreover, her captivating eyes seemed to possess the power to capture one’s soul.


    Furthermore, there was something peculiar about the fragrance lingering in the air.


    “Mr. Lowe, if you have the time, would you mind waiting for me to change into a different outfit before


    we proceed?” Felicia said while blinking at him.


    “Please, go ahead,” Emmanuel replied.


    He had regained hisposure and was well aware that this woman was intentionally seducing him.


    Otherwise, she wouldn’t be bathing and changing clothes at this moment.


    Felicia smiled faintly and headed straight toward the wardrobe.


    In the next moment, she paid no attention to whether the man behind her was watching or not, and her


    towel slipped to the ground, revealing her enchanting figure illuminated by the light.


    Unfortunately, Emmanuel did not gaze at her and even averted his eyes when he noticed her towel


    slipping.


    He would never do anything to betray Mackenzie, let alone willingly fall into the trap set by the other


    party when he knew their intentions.


    Felicia turned around and noticed that Emmanuel had already turned around, causing a hint of


    resentment to flicker in her eyes.


    She couldn’t understand why this man wouldn’t be captivated by her. What was sheckingpared


    to Mackenzie?


    “Mr. Lowe, I apologize for the wait.”


    Soon, Felicia donned a set of ancient-style clothes and approached Emmanuel slowly.


    “Miss Felicia, why is your attire so unconventional?” Emmanuel inquired.


    “I have always had a fondness for ancient-style clothing ever since I was young, hence my preference


    for this type of attire.”


    Felicia replied, “Is there something wrong with my appearance?”


    “No. It’s beautiful,” Emmanuel said.


    “Then, should I y a piece for you so that you can tell me what I can improve on?” Felicia suggested.


    Emmanuel smiled wryly and said, “Miss Felicia, don’t overestimate me. I was merely speaking without


    thinking earlier.”


    “How could you have spoken without thinking? Your remarks not only gained everyone’s approval but


    also earned my admiration.”


    Ignoring Emmanuel’s refusal, Felicia proceeded to sit in front of the zither and began to y.


    The sound was exquisite.


    Experiencing Felicia’s music alone was undoubtedly more enjoyable than appreciating it with others.


    Felicia’s music was at times high-pitched and at times mncholic as if it could steal people’s souls.


    Emmanuel’s gaze gradually turned vacant as if he were a soulless vessel.


    “Mr. Lowe? Mr. Lowe?”


    At some point, Miss Felicia stopped ying, stood up, and slowly approached Emmanuel.


    Emmanuel remained unresponsive.


    Miss Felicia leaned down, gently caressing his handsome face, and sighed. Her breath was fragrant. “If


    you didn’t love Mackenzie, you wouldn’t be my enemy…”


    Her hand slowly reached Emmanuel’s neck. Just as she was about to exert pressure and pierce his


    throat, she suddenly realized that someone was tightly gripping her wrist, preventing her from exerting


    any strength.


    “You… you didn’t fall into the illusion?”


    Felicia appeared astonished, staring at Emmanuel in disbelief.


    “Miss Felicia, your technique is indeed impressive!”


    Emmanuel’s gaze returned to normal, but there was a hint of aloofness in it. “First, you mixed the


    fragrance into the air, and then youbined it with the melody to trap me in an illusion and kill me.


    Unfortunately, it’s a pity that I possess a special breathing technique to resist toxins, and your level of


    cultivation is insufficient to make me lose myself with just the melody!”


    He was the direct disciple of the Ghost Doctor!


    During his time in the Northern Region, he learned the Turtle Breath Technique and the Hundred Turns


    Breathing Technique. If it weren’t for that, how could he have survived multiple encounters with


    biochemical weapons on the front lines?