Hongjun Backs Down

Hongjun's phantom hovered silently, not a trace of emotion visible on its blurred face.

Haotian's excuse that he had "lost control of his mind" seemed so pale and powerless before him.

This strand of Divine Sense seemed utterly unconcerned with what Haotian and Yaochi were thinking. That indifferent will spoke again.

"I have said all that needs to be said."

"Whether you believe it or not is up to you."

"If you have doubts, you may verify it yourselves."

"Once you have confirmed it, decide whether to cultivate it or not."

"However—"

Hongjun's phantom paused slightly, and the indifferent thought grew heavier.

"You must not reveal my existence to anyone."

"I am at a crucial stage of merging with the Dao. If word of this leaks, the consequences will be unimaginable."

"You cannot bear them."

"This disciple will obey Old Master's Imperial Edict and will not reveal a single word." Haotian lowered his head.

"This disciple accepts the order." Yaochi promptly declared her stance.

Hongjun's phantom said nothing more and fell silent for a moment.

"Bring me the Haotian Mirror."

Haotian froze.

The Haotian Mirror?

What did Old Master want with the Haotian Mirror?

In an instant, countless ominous thoughts flashed through his mind.

Yet he did not dare ask, much less refuse.

Under Hongjun's willful gaze, any hesitation would be a provocation.

He raised his hand with difficulty. With a thought, an ancient Treasure Mirror slowly emerged from within his body.

The mirror surface shimmered with flowing light and radiant colors, reflecting Myriad Phenomena and containing immense power.

Haotian held the mirror up before him with both hands.

"Old Master, the Haotian Mirror is here."

Hongjun said nothing more. His Divine Sense instantly entered the surface of the Haotian Mirror.

Faint ripples spread across the mirror surface, vanishing in