Looking down at the boundless sea of Star Energy Marrow beneath his feet, Lu Yin took several deep breaths. This was the smell of money, the smell of power.
At last, he could go on a spending spree and make a massive upgrade without worrying about the cost.
"I don't get why you need so much Star Energy Marrow. You cultivate star energy, not star power," Mist Ancestor said, studying Lu Yin curiously. She could tell he was hiding something.
Lu Yin coughed. "Senior, um, could I put the mirror away?"
Mist Ancestor raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean? You don't want me around? Using me and then tossing me aside? You've got some nerve, kid."
Lu Yin hurriedly smiled apologetically and promised, "I do have a secret, Senior. I won't hide that from you, but it's really not something I can let anyone see. How about this? I'll give you my word." His expression turned solemn. "In the next few days, I'll do everything I can to get you out."
Mist Ancestor's eyes widened. "Get me out? Are you sure? You can do that?"
"I'll try. So, Senior, would you be willing to—" Before he could finish, Mist Ancestor returned to the mirror, leaving him with a parting warning: "I'm holding you to that. If you can't do it, don't expect me to help you again."
Lu Yin put the mirror away. He didn't doubt Mist Ancestor's resolve. She was one of the Nine Mountains Eight Seas, yet she'd been used repeatedly by a mere cultivator undergoing his Third Origin Tribulation without even knowing why. Of course she was upset.
But he couldn't just expose his talent. Kui Luo had already seen it, though he didn't know the specifics. Mist Ancestor might understand more; their perspectives were different.