Gazing at that treasure mirror quietly suspended in midair, Sikong Zuiyue was momentarily at a loss for words.
This was clearly the Magical Treasure passed down from her ancestors, so why did it become so obedient the moment it landed in Chen Mo's hands?
The flame flowed slowly like liquid mercury; it was obvious at a glance that its grade was quite high. Could it have formed some kind of connection with the Mystic Fire Treasure Mirror?
"I'll help you hold it under control. You try again and see if you can refine it." Chen Mo spoke.
"Alright."
Sikong Zuiyue snapped back to her senses and drove the black mist to cling onto it.
But the instant it touched the Mystic Fire Treasure Mirror, the Magical Treasure, which had just calmed down, started trembling again, and even the magma below surged and boiled.
"..."
