Ye Feng's fingertips hovered over the light screen, trembling slightly as the virtual panel suddenly rippled like water. Those floating options cast materialized phantoms in the morning light—the [Immortal Cultivator] floated in midair transformed into a cyan jade crown, the [Fire Spiritual Root] condensed into crimson glazed glass circulating in his palm, and that jar of candies was exuding the sweet fragrance of osmanthus honey.
"So this is a true holographic projection." He smiled self-deprecatingly, as the sound of a shattering sword suddenly rang in his ears. That was the sound of the word "Longevity" he had carved with sword Qi into the glazed candy jar on Ye Youning's sixteenth birthday, now flickering unsteadily within the options column.
Yet despite needing careful consideration, his choices were actually quite limited.
Chapter 21