Zhang Caixin actually knew of the Mirror Spirit's existence, but Feng Jun had never allowed them to interact, so she pretended not to know.
This time, when the Mirror Spirit took the initiative to communicate, Zhang Caixin did not back down. Its aura was indeed terrifying, but she knew very well whose side she was on. "I can't take you over there directly. I need to ask the Boss first."
Interestingly, the Mirror Spirit had no interest in forcing her—after all, it had its own pride. It was only natural to snap at her Boss; as for these little cultivators... bullying them would not bring it any sense of accomplishment.
So it said, "Tell him I'm in a hurry. I'm running out of resources."
The Guardians watched coldly from high above distant Good City without any reaction.
Zhang Caixin made a trip to the other side and soon returned, her expression somewhat strange. "He said he's about to advance, so he can't spare the attention right now."
"Isn't that too much?" The Mirror Spirit flew into a rage. "Advancing will take at least several months. How am I supposed to hold out that long?"
At this moment, it was truly anxious. In its understanding, although advancing from the Fifth-Layer Golden Core to the sixth layer was only a minor step, it could not possibly be done in less than several months. If he encountered a Bottleneck, it could even drag on for years.
Its consumption of Extreme Spirit had actually been kept at a relatively low level—although it had been pressing Feng Jun urgently, it possessed a long life and naturally knew to stockpile resources against unforeseen circumstances.
However, even with reduced consumption, holding out for several months would be difficult. If anything else went wrong, that would be disastrous.