The soul-hooking, spirit-seizing curse of the Book of Life and Death was far too troublesome to explain. One careless word, and he might end up revealing True Heart Dao's identity as well.
Such an unspeakable background was even harder to speak of than Yellow Springs Left Envoy Xiang Wentian's. So although Xiang Yuan knew perfectly well what Zuo Lengxie had misunderstood, he offered no explanation.
It definitely wasn't because Zuo Lengxie's righteous, awe-inspiring act just now had been too pretentious and pissed Xiang Yuan off, making him deliberately seize the chance to needle him back.
Wind seemed to spring beneath Xiang Yuan's feet as he raced toward the Saintess Hall. At a secluded pavilion deep within the underground palace, he shamelessly enjoyed a performance of Jinse being forced to ply her art. Only after the dance and music ended did he say to Chan'er in his arms, "Lend me the Ancient Mirror of Reincarnation. Your husband has urgent use for it."
Chan'er breathed in her husband's scent, so dazed she was practically turned into mashed beans. At his words, she raised a hand and summoned the Ancient Mirror of Reincarnation, placing it in Xiang Yuan's palm. Deliberately, she said, "The Ancient Mirror of Reincarnation can command Jinse's six incarnations. Make them do anything, and they'll do it. But Jinse is Chan'er's master, after all. Husband, you mustn't do whatever you please and commit wicked deeds while Chan'er isn't paying attention."
As she spoke, her lashes trembled lightly, misty ripples blooming in her eyes.
Speechless, Xiang Yuan took the Ancient Mirror of Reincarnation. Then Xiang Yuan suddenly noticed that all six of Jinse's incarnations were filled with fear and unease, wearing expressions of grief, indignation, and helplessness, as if tonight they were destined to crack their heads and spill their blood.