Li Yan wasn't in a hurry to make a move. Instead, he examined with great interest.
He could smell that the smoke strands were quite unusual, mixed with not just tobacco but some mushrooms and spices, forming a complex formula.
Unless he was mistaken, the opponent intended to use illusion techniques.
Sure enough, after the old man lit the smoke, he took a few puffs while holding a spell, his lips moved slightly and he exhaled puff after puff of smoke rings.
These smoke rings condensed and did not disperse, rolling forward in the air; under the sunlight, they began to twist incessantly, transforming into wolves, insects, tigers, and leopards.
"Great!"
"It's Smoke Transformation!"
Many from the audience exclaimed in admiration.
Li Yan had also heard of this unique skill.
In the Xicai Sect, it was called "Smoke Play."
Ordinary people could only blow some rings, large circles encasing small ones, creating tricks like "One Arrow Through the Ring" and so on.
