After Min Zimo finished recounting everything, a deathly silence fell over the warm pavilion.
Yet the reasons for the three people's silence were completely different.
Li Wei's brows drew together slightly. What occupied her thoughts was the Wicked Sacrifice itself.
An entire village had been slaughtered in one fell swoop, and by such bizarre means...
Could a Lower Third Order martial artist do that?
Or had her own strength broken through the world's limits, causing a Middle Third Order to appear among the natives as well?
It seemed that once she returned from Fengjing, she would have to investigate this matter thoroughly.
Anyone who dared pull off such an inhuman deed on her turf was simply tired of living!
Gu Jinzhi and Zeng Yi were likewise weighed down with unease. The description of dozens of ghastly white skeletons sent chills running through them.
Yet compared to the strangeness of the village massacre, what concerned them more at that moment was Min Zimo's utterly inconceivable increase in strength.
After a long while, Gu Jinzhi shifted his gaze away from Min Zimo and turned to Zeng Yi across from him, his tone growing several degrees more solemn:
"Min Zimo is right. Something may truly have happened in the world within the mirror—something we don't know about."
He paused. "Find a way to contact your grandfather at once and ask him exactly what's going on!"
At that, Zeng Yi spread his hands. "Brother Da Zhi, it's not that easy, you know? Sending a message outside takes time, and as for when we'll get a reply after sending it and waiting for it to come back, nobody can say."
Gu Jinzhi's expression was as dark as still water. "No matter what method you use or how much time it takes, you must make contact!"