At these words, the clan chief and the Mystic Soul Dragon Clan experts around him all narrowed their eyes slightly.
Friends?
This was not something that could be said carelessly.
Ordinary cultivators would never joke about such matters.
Among mortals, anything could be said, but among cultivators, some words could not be spoken lightly.
Nor could certain jokes be made lightly.
"Since that is the case, I'll help you take a look."
The clan chief pondered for a moment before finally nodding in agreement.
If he did not give this child an answer now, this matter would become a thorn in the child's heart, making things troublesome in the future.
"Many thanks, Clan Chief."
Ning Yi cupped his hands in salute, then gently closed his eyes.
"Heavenly Secret Mirror, open!"
With a wave of his hand, the clan chief summoned an ancient-looking mirror into the air.
It was an ancient mirror with a bronze frame and an ink-black surface.
Its back was engraved with intricate cloud-and-thunder patterns, mottled green patina embedded between the lines, telling of countless tens of thousands of years gone by.
Nine chi dragons lay coiled around its rim, their heads facing the mirror's center and their tails winding along its edge. Every scale was distinctly visible.
The mirror knob bore a hollow beast-face pattern, with dark red gemstones set in its two eyes, casting a deep and eerie gleam in the faint light.
Yet its surface was not the usual bronze color, but a black profound to the very extreme, as though an entire starless night sky had been compressed within it.
When Ning Yi stared at the mirror, he felt his gaze being swallowed by that darkness, as if even his mind and spirit were about to sink into it.
The clan chief formed a