The figure did not respond. It only stared fixedly at him, its face the spitting image of Qu Wujie's, yet bearing a gloomy expression that absolutely did not belong to that peerless sword immortal. Without question, this was Qu Wujie's shadow—the one Qu Wujie called the "shadow ghost," which called itself the master of Sunken Sword Cave.
Recalling the strange movement of the Zhaoshen Bronze Mirror just now, Yu Ci suddenly understood. "That was you?"
He recalled how, at the source of the Boundary River, Qu Wujie had used the Zhaoshen Bronze Mirror and the power of the Divine Lord of the Void to suck the master of Sunken Sword Cave inside in one stroke. Everyone had thought it dead then, but considering the string of changes that followed, Qu Wujie had not been able to maintain things for long either. Perhaps that had given the master of Sunken Sword Cave a sliver of life.
At last, the master of Sunken Sword Cave spoke in a deep voice. "We can talk... What are you doing!"
Its shocked, furious cry was utterly useless. Spiritual light from talismans descended from above and locked it firmly in place. It had no power to resist whatsoever. Now, with a mere thought from Yu Ci, he could put it to death. Yu Ci smiled. "Are you sure you still have the right to bargain with me?"
The master of Sunken Sword Cave fell silent again. Yu Ci paid it no mind. In truth, it had given him quite a fright just now, but he had swiftly seen through its actual condition. Its panic, helplessness, gloom, and even despair had not been concealed in the slightest.
Everyone had their limits, and those limits generally did not exceed the scope of what they were capable of. The