The party from Bai Ri Mansion swept down the gentle slope of the hill like a sudden gale, only to watch helplessly as Yu Ci walked away into the rolling clouds. By the time they charged to the cliff's edge, all trace of Yu Ci had long since vanished from the deep valley.
Huang Tai, who led the group, wore a livid expression, barely managing to keep his features from distorting. He looked up at the three blood vultures that had yet to fly far. The blood vultures circled and gained altitude, soon shrinking to mere specks, while further off, others could be seen flying over on identical soul-bound blood vultures.
Standing at the cliff's edge, he clenched his jaw in secret and turned to snap, "How is the Soul Searching Mirror?"
Liu Siwei shook his head. "Still not clear. Beyond ten miles, it's useless!"
After a brief pause, seeing Huang Tai's expression threaten to turn pitch-black from ashen, he had no choice but to offer a defense: "The lingering souls captured in the mirror work best when they possess an intense will to survive and a deep resentment, making them easy to exploit. Old Lu's temperament is somewhat lacking..."
"Say no more!"
Huang Tai finally failed to suppress his roar, cutting Liu Siwei off mid-sentence. Realizing his lack of composure the moment the words left his mouth, and seeing Liu Siwei's expression turn decidedly sour, he let out a sigh and offered a remedial salve:
"Old Liu, we've been made the laughingstock of everyone for a full two days. If that bastard had simply fled far away, that would be one thing, but instead he's been strolling right under our noses, leading us in circles again and again! Once word of this gets out, what will the likes of