Qingxu Temple.
Then, on the main mirror, more lights went out with a series of "CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!"
Xuanyuan Daoist's face, already etched with worry, now grew so dark it seemed ready to drip water.
'Failure... another failure...'
'And to lose ten disciples in a row, in such a short amount of time?!'
'No, that's not right.'
He looked again toward the life tablets of his undercover disciples. Their tablets were still intact.
'Does this mean it was just their sub-mirrors that failed one after another?'
'A bunch of useless trash!'
He slowly closed his eyes. The bone-deep chill in his heart was even colder than the gloom of the secret chamber deep in the mountains.
'This Guixi Sect... just what kind of lion's den is it?'
'Is their intelligence truly so impenetrable?'
First, Su Ling'er vanished without a trace. Then, Wang Xiedi's Heart-Connected Fruit sent back a pile of nonsense.
