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"Follow the butterfly, move lightly, and avoid using any glowing or loud skills," I instructed.
The team members held their breath, carefully following the butterfly's guidance. When we encountered unavoidable trap areas, I would trigger them from a distance with "Thousand Mechanism Rope," or set up the "Misty Butterfly Formation" at narrow intersections, detonating it when the patrolling guards approached to create a brief moment of chaos for us to slip through.
The entire process was tense and exhilarating, with everyone fully focused. Under my guidance, we miraculously navigated through this illusion maze that had troubled countless teams, triggering no alarms and losing not a single member.
"We made it! We actually made it!"
"Wanxing is amazing!!"
"The Mechanic is so strong!"
The team channel erupted with joy and awe at my performance. Zhao Qian excitedly patted my virtual shoulder, saying, "Wanxing, you really did it! We owe this to you!"
I smiled slightly, feeling relieved inside. Finally, my "scrap metal" proved its worth.
However, just as we were celebrating our victory, a somewhat cold voice came through the nearby channel, clear and distinct.
"The Mo Family's 'Yin Guang Die' and 'Misty Butterfly Formation' were used quite well. The route planning and timing were very precise."
This voice... deep and pleasant, carried a unique magnetism. It was calm yet seemed to possess a certain penetrating quality.
We were all stunned and turned to look in the direction of the sound.
Not far away in the mist, a figure slowly approached. He wore a deep blue outfit that accentuated his tall and slender frame, with an ancient longsword slung across his back, its sheath shimmering faintly. He seemed to be enveloped in a layer of almost imperceptible chill, making him stand out even in the illusory mist.
Above his head floated three characters—"Yi Jian Han."
It was the legendary master!
What was he doing here? And was he just... praising me?
Our guild members were dumbfounded, silence enveloping us. The aura of the master was overwhelming; even through the screen, one could feel the invisible pressure.
It seemed that "Yi Jian Han's" gaze fell upon my character "Xing Chen Yue Luo." Despite the virtual image between us, I inexplicably felt my cheeks flush slightly.
"You all continue," he said calmly as if merely passing by to offer a comment before turning away. His figure quickly blended back into the mist and vanished from sight.
The entire encounter lasted less than a minute but felt like a boulder dropped into a calm lake.
"...Did I just see correctly? Was that 'Yi Jian Han'?" Su Qi was the first to break the silence, his voice trembling.
"It is him! It really is him!"
"Was the master just praising Wanxing?"
"It seems like..."
"Oh my god, I'm actually in the same dungeon as 'Yi Jian Han', and he saw me!"
The team channel erupted again, this time due to the encounter with a gaming legend. Zhao Qian was also a bit excited: "I didn't expect someone from 'War God Hall' to just arrive here. But... it seems he's really interested in Wanxing and your Mechanics."
A strange feeling stirred within me. Being acknowledged by the top player in the entire server, especially for my strongest skill, Mechanics, felt... surreal. It was as if I had painstakingly crafted a masterpiece for a long time, only to have it recognized and praised by a top-tier connoisseur.
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