Xiang Yang looked carefully. Most of the martial artists seated before the light mirrors were not highly cultivated, all at the postnatal level. The strongest had merely reached the completion of true qi—minor figures he could destroy with a flick of his finger.
Yet the expressions on these people's faces stirred a measure of curiosity in Xiang Yang.
Some had smiles blooming at the corners of their mouths, ecstatic as though they had learned some earth-shattering good news. Some wore relieved expressions, as though a long-standing vexation had finally been resolved. Others had twisted features and tangled expressions, killing intent rushing at one's face, as if they had undergone some bitter, blood-deep ordeal...
A dozen or so people bore a dozen or so expressions, a dozen different states of mind. Even the same joy could feel entirely different—whether it was receiving a response from one's beloved or learning news of a long-unseen friend.
Besides them, within this mountain-path plaza stood a middle-aged man with his hands clasped behind his back, gazing up at the flying phoenix design carved into the wall.
His bearing was lofty and pure, his manner elegant and unrestrained. He had already comprehended the Heavenly Man Realm, and the depth of his cultivation was by no means inferior to Qi Hanjang's. He was undoubtedly one of the Divine Constable Gate's elite pillars.
This man should be the one in charge of this plaza's resources. Whenever Divine Constable Gate members render great service and need to improve their cultivation, they can come to him.
As for these light mirrors, they seem focused on the path of the spirit, tempering one's will. Could they be connected to the Heart-Illuminating Mirror?
Xiang Yang could not help but speculate in secret. The strange sight before him truly left one no choice