Meng Fuyao was waiting.
She was waiting for the ash to fade away completely.
That bastard could not possibly be so legendary to be able to exactly replicate someone else. As such, he would always use smokescreen whenever he appeared. The first time was in the dark cabin, while the second time was when he walked so quickly that the pile of fire surged and blurred their vision. This time, he made use of the moment that she closed her eyes to destroy the wooden railings. When ash was all over the place, he capitalized on the opportunity to appear at the same moment as Zhangsun Wuji did.
The ash would eventually fade, and there would definitely be a flaw in his trickery.
However, the ash did not fade, and instead, there were thick plumes of haze in the air. Meng Fuyao held her breath and stepped back cautiously, but she sensed that the haze was not poisonous. The faint smell in the haze was not very useful, but it successfully masked Zhangsun Wuji's unique body scent.
