Hongjun's illusory figure hovered silently, not the slightest flicker of emotion visible on that blurred face.
Haotian's excuse of "losing control of his mind" seemed so pale and powerless before him.
This wisp of Divine Thought seemed utterly unconcerned with what Haotian and Yaochi were thinking at that moment, and that indifferent will sounded again.
"I have said all I will say."
"Whether you believe it or not is up to you."
"If you have doubts, you may verify it yourselves."
"After you have confirmed it, decide whether to cultivate it or not."
"However—"
Hongjun's illusory figure paused slightly, and that indifferent intent sank a few degrees.
"You must not reveal my existence to anyone."
"I am at the critical moment of Unifying with Dao. If word of this leaks, the consequences will be beyond imagining."
"You cannot bear them."
"This disciple respectfully obeys Master's decree and will not leak so much as half a word." Haotian lowered his head.
"This disciple accepts the order." Yaochi immediately followed with her stance.
Hongjun's illusory figure said nothing more and fell silent for a moment.
"Bring the Haotian Mirror."
Haotian froze.
The Haotian Mirror?
What did Master want the Haotian Mirror for?
In an instant, countless ominous thoughts flashed through his mind.
But he did not dare ask, much less refuse.
Under the gaze of Hongjun's will, any hesitation was a provocation.
He raised his hand with difficulty, and with a thought, an ancient, unadorned treasure mirror slowly emerged from within his body.
Upon the mirror's surface, flowing lights shimmered with overflowing color, reflecting all phenomena of the heavens and containing immense might.
Haotian held the mirror in both hands and lifted it before him.
"Master, the Haotian Mirror is here."
Hongjun said nothing more. His Divine Thought instantly sank into the