Space-Hiding Pearl

Deep within the luxurious estate rented by the Gu Family, every lamp blazed brightly.

At the center of the main hall, Gu Lin reclined sideways in a grand chair carved from thousand-year agarwood, his fingers unconsciously tapping the armrest in a dull rhythm. His gaze had never left the exquisite birdcage in his palm.

The Ghost Bird inside the cage was pitch-black from head to toe, ghostly blue soulflames flowing along the edges of its wings like netherfire from the depths of the Nine Netherworld. It had a pair of stark white vertical pupils, utterly devoid of life, hollow and empty. At the moment, it was curled up at the bottom of the cage, letting out a hoarse shriek now and then. It did not sound like a birdcall in the least, but rather like a lonely ghost sobbing in the dead of night.

Gu Qing sat in a rosewood chair nearby, her pretty face filled with regret. Clenching her fists, she gritted her teeth and said, "Brother, we took a huge loss today at the Heavenly Secrets Tower! That Mandala Divine Flower... that was a true Immortal Realm treasure! If it had remained in our Gu Family, then given time, forget the Southern Saint Domain—even throughout the four domains of the lower realm, who could have stood against our edge? It's all my fault. I never should have urged you then..."

"Enough."

Gu Lin raised his head. A trace of irritation showed on his handsome yet effeminate face, and his voice turned cold. "What good is regret now? Those two True Monarch elders from the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion were standing right there. Did you expect to turn hostile on the spot and throw away your lives in the Heavenly Secrets Tower?"

He lifted the birdcage before his eyes and