Noticing Lei Dong's gaze, Ye Yu frowned. Before Lei Dong could make his next move, he said, "The Haotian Mirror is inside."
Lei Dong froze, then followed Ye Yu's finger toward the stone tower. His expression changed, and he rushed inside.
The Ninth Elder was no exception. She charged in as well.
With two Mahayana Stage cultivators joining the battle, the stone tower quickly fell silent. Before long, the Ninth Elder and Lei Dong emerged carrying the Haotian Mirror.
Behind them followed a group of disheveled Heavenly Mystery Pavilion cultivators.
The seven lamps were now each held by a different person, and none of them was willing to yield.
The atmosphere between the Ninth Elder and Lei Dong was equally delicate.
They had long heard of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion's Haotian Mirror. However, the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion was a neutral force that pledged allegiance to no side, and it had Murong Chen, a Mahayana Stage cultivator, guarding it.
Thus, no force had ever moved against it to seize the mirror. This Haotian Mirror was a scalding hot taro—whoever held it in the hands of a major power would have no peace.
Besides, whenever they wanted to use the Haotian Mirror's power to find something, they merely had to speak to Murong Chen. Why go to such lengths?
"The Haotian Mirror belongs to our Heavenly Mystery Pavilion! No one can take it away!" Seeing this, Murong Xue shouted from the ground.
But who would listen to Murong Xue? They were both Mahayana Stage cultivators. Why would they listen to her?
When she saw that neither of them reacted, Murong Xue let out a shrill cry and tried to rush forward, only for Ye Yu to grab her. He shook his head at her, then said, "Seniors, why not try and see