The old man in Daoist robes merely gazed quietly at Ye Lin. It seemed as though only a second had passed, yet also as though a million years had gone by. At last, the old man withdrew his gaze.
"Mm. Those hateful rats can be killed next time. The time has come—it is time to crush these rats. Keep this item. It can help you distinguish these rats from cultivators."
"If you encounter rats in the future, simply strike and kill them. Do not hesitate. Though your cultivation is far too weak. A disciple of the Firmament Sacred Land? Mm, your aptitude is not bad."
The old man in Daoist robes tossed him a mirror, then his body calmly dissipated.
Ye Lin stared at the mirror in his hand and fell into thought. This was exactly the same as that bronze mirror.
Could this mirror be...
Suddenly, Ye Lin seemed to think of something. He immediately raised the mirror and looked toward the chunks of flesh drifting through the starry sky.
Although that old man had just been crushed to death in the Daoist-robed elder's palm, the pieces of flesh had not vanished. They still drifted silently through the stars.
Ye Lin raised the mirror and looked. The chunks of flesh were nothing but utterly rotten carrion, and white maggots continuously gnawed at the decayed flesh.
Though Ye Lin's expression remained calm at the sight, towering waves crashed through his heart. This... whom was he supposed to believe?
At that moment, Ye Lin fell silent. He realized that he was now nothing more than a plaything, a toy held in the palm of an unparalleled great power.
"Forget it. I'll return and settle the matter of my domain first."
In the end, Ye Lin put away the bronze mirror and