Meng Yi's Simple and Brutal Method, the Emperor Ying of the Land of Returning Ruins

Having inexplicably become involved in an event from the past, Qin Yang could not help feeling a strange sense of wonder.

The knock-off experts in the Sea of Thoughts were limited by the world itself. Their cultivation and strength were certainly inferior to the originals, but even discounted, they should not have been weaker by several major realms.

This Dirty Daoist was probably not far from the Dao Lord realm, even if he had not reached it.

Qin Yang would not believe that someone like this had come to borrow Vermilion Bird's dressing mirror merely out of perverse amusement.

Even if the event here might not be the same as what had truly happened in ancient times.

Watching the rather delighted Dirty Daoist, Qin Yang narrowed his eyes slightly.

He began considering another matter.

Yinglong had once spoken the truth under the guise of a joke. The matter itself should not have been false; at most, the details differed.

In other words, even without him, the Dirty Daoist here would have come to Vermilion Bird's Daoist Temple to borrow the dressing mirror—and he would have succeeded.

By his own account, he knew that no matter what, he would eventually be discovered.

Even if he had sweet-talked Qin Yang into coming along just to find someone to take the blame, he could not overlook the fact that the person who borrowed the dressing mirror was himself.

Aside from the process possibly being a little simpler, the final result was no different from if he had come alone.

Then why had this Dirty Daoist sought him out?

Yes, Qin Yang increasingly felt that the things he had encountered since entering this place could not be explained by coincidences or being in the right place at the right time.

The matter of the