After the blue demonic toads fled, everyone took a brief rest and divided up the spoils from the demon-slaying. Naturally, Yun Xiaoqi, who had contributed the most, took the lion's share, while the rest each received a portion. A few of the demons' Primordial Spirits had even escaped. Lu Xiaotian secretly lamented this, but he was currently impersonating the monk Wunian. To avoid having anyone spot a flaw, he could only hold himself back and let those few demonic Primordial Spirits get away. He was not the sort to lose sight of the greater gain over a minor loss.
Blue Mirror Lake was enormous. The group flew another tens of thousands of li before encountering another party of more than a dozen nuns and monks, half of each. One of them was an introducing monk from Qianyin Temple, whose religious name was Wuhui. There was no doubt that the Blood Leech Old Demon had previously impersonated this person and used his name.
After joining up with this group of monks, the party grew lively. They exchanged information and discussed their various experiences. When the others heard that Lu Xiaotian's group had been deceived by a band of demons and nearly fallen into a trap, their faces filled with shock. Though such things were not uncommon in Blue Mirror Lake, being ambushed by more than a dozen demons still counted as quite a spectacle.
These monks seemed to have long been accustomed to exchanging information with one another. Most of the time, Lu Xiaotian simply listened. Occasionally, other monks showed great interest in the six-armed golden suanni puppet in his hands, but Lu Xiaotian ignored them.
After they had traveled several hundred thousand li across Blue Mirror Lake, a drifting blue mist appeared in the distance. Within that blue haze, faint