Zhang Yu and Yun Chen soon arrived at the place where Jiang Chang and He Gu'an were being held, led by He Meng.
The two men were each enveloped in a cloud of mist. Because this thing suppressed their emotional fluctuations, both wore indifferent expressions, their hearts still as water, as though nothing in the world could stir their interest anymore.
He Meng said, "Following the Profound Rectifier's orders, we have not touched these two since that day. Wrapped in that mist, they have not taken any food or water to this day."
Zhang Yu understood this well. He had deliberately left the mist behind to cut off contact between the two men and others. As mid-level cultivators, so long as they remained still, it would not matter if they went without food or water for ten days—even a year or half a year would do them no harm.
With a sweep of his sleeve, the two clouds of mist slowly dispersed. He said, "Fellow Daoist Yun, you may test the treasure now."
Yun Chen took out the Clearheart Treasure Mirror and lightly brushed its surface. Countless rays of light immediately appeared upon it, densely packed together. These were the minds and spirits reflected by the treasure mirror. Most of the lights possessed their own distinct characteristics, yet among them were a dozen or so that were clearly different from the rest. They seemed to be of the same kind.
Holding the treasure mirror, he said solemnly, "Profound Rectifier, every person's mind and spirit is unique. Yet since all are born human, there will always be similarities. However, minds tainted by Nightmare Demons differ greatly from those of humans, while being more alike among themselves. Thus, these dozen or so people are very likely the infected ones."
Zhang Yu gave