The room fell silent.
In the end, Qiuyuzi broke the silence.
"If you won't lend it, then use it yourself." Qiuyuzi grinned and said bluntly, "I'll report what you just said to the sect. Whether they take it seriously is beyond my control."
Yunmiaozi flicked his Fly-Whisk and thanked him. "When you need me, Martial Uncle, just say the word. I'll come."
"Good, good. No need to pick a time—today will do." Ignoring Yunmiaozi's stiff expression, Qiuyuzi went on, "Start with Young Lu. That'll give me something to compare against."
Zhou Youzi's heart gave a jolt. He caught the implication in those words.
Yunmiaozi sighed, reached into his robe, and took out the Bronze Mirror.
"What a treasure!" Qiuyuzi's face lit up at the sight of it. "May I touch it?"
Yunmiaozi hesitated, then shook his head.
Lu You was curious too. He stepped forward with a smile. "Do I need to prepare? Bathe and change clothes, perhaps?"
"No need for all that trouble. You only need to quiet your mind, Lord Lu." Yunmiaozi tossed the mirror into the air, formed a Hand Seal, and pointed at Lu You.
The mirror hung suspended in midair, glowing with five-colored light. A beam shot from its surface and fell upon Lu You.
Lu You shuddered from head to toe. A thin layer of light spread swiftly across him, enveloping him in the blink of an eye. Behind him, a hazy white figure slowly took shape. Its features were indistinct, but it carried an air untouched by worldly dust.
"His form from a past life?" Qiuyuzi stroked his beard and studied it. "But how can we tell he was an Immortal in that life? I've never used this mirror before..."
As the words left his mouth, a Jade Flute emerged from the phantom!