A hint of surprise flashed through Han Li's eyes at the sight of the white-robed projection.1

The man struck him with a sense of familiarity, but he couldn't recall exactly where he had seen this man before. 0

"Ah, I see, so you're a human cultivator from the Immortal Realm. How courageous of you to have ventured into the Gray Realm," the white-robed man remarked with a smile.0

Han Li was astonished to hear this, and he immediately asked, "Who are you?"0

His disguise was near-perfect, yet this man had managed to see through him in an instant.0

Even though he had emerged from the black saber, the white-robed man didn't seem to harbor any ill will.0

"Who am I? That's a good question. You can call me Shi Qinghou," the white-robed man replied with a faint smile.1

"Could it be that you're the artifact spirit of this saber?" Han Li asked.0

At the same time, he was thinking back over all of the Gray Realm scriptures that he had read, but he couldn't recall such a name, and he wasn't sure if he was being told the...0