└(￣^￣ )┐Go Let the Great Immortal Handle It Himself
"So that's how it is."
Although she had never heard of any Illusory Realm of Supreme Void, Wang Xifeng quickly understood and came back to her senses.
Then she once again wore that somewhat disdainful expression. It was obvious she had not mistaken that so-called Illusory Realm of Supreme Void for some obscure cultivation sect.
After all, the Three Realms were vast, and there were countless sects like that—far too many to count!
"I thought it was something important."
"His thing nearly cost someone their life. The fact that we haven't demanded an explanation is already generous enough. How does he have the nerve to come knocking on our door himself?"
"Enough!"
"We might as well throw that wretched mirror out and return it to him, then send him on his way. That will save us from having him make a racket in front of the estate and becoming a laughingstock."
As she spoke, Wang Xifeng waved her hand, signaling Ping'er to go out and do as she had said: have Jia Dairu and Jia Rui's family throw that broken mirror out and be done with it. As for whether the mirror was truly some treasure or remarkable magical artifact, she had no interest in concerning herself with it.
"My good mistress!"
At that, Ping'er wore a bitter smile. Then she sighed softly.
"If only it were that simple!"
"The problem is..."
"That mirror isn't in Old Master Dairu and Jia Rui's hands anymore."
"Old Master has always believed that his grandson was nearly killed by that mirror, so he's outside hopping mad. He even ordered the servants to set up a bonfire, loudly insisting that the mirror is a demon object and that he should burn it on the spot!"