They exchanged glances, and in the end, every gaze fell on the Death Eye in Qian Wanyu's hand.
Dongfang Minghui's first instinct was to take the Death Eye inside the Longevity Cauldron, but remembering how Ding Ding had cowered, she immediately dismissed the idea. "Seventh Sister, what do we do now?"
"We're staying." Qian Wanyu simply sat down cross-legged. "Go back inside the cauldron first. We'll leave once I've dealt with them."
"Ah!"
"Listen to Wan Yu."
Before anyone could react, Ding Ding tossed them all back into the cauldron. Even the fourth-level magic beast trying to sneak away was shut inside with them.
Dongfang Minghui paced inside the cauldron, her face full of anxiety. Holding the Death Eye was practically announcing to everyone that Seventh Sister was a Death Spirit Master. Although the Death Eye belonged to Lord Lance, she had to admit that, to Seventh Sister, it seemed like chicken ribs-too worthless to eat, yet too wasteful to throw away.
She stole a cautious glance at Qian Yiling, unable to voice what she wanted to say.
"What should we do now?"
"Little Ninth, calm down."
Qian Ziyan began plucking the zither strings. A slow melody echoed through the Longevity Cauldron, and admittedly, it helped quite a bit.
Dongfang Minghui quietly listened to one song, then began weighing the benefits and drawbacks. In the end, she naturally concluded that they were evenly matched. "If only we could find a container that could suppress the Death Eye. Mother, Eldest Uncle, what sort of thing do you think could serve as its container?"
"It would have to be something capable of resisting death aura, wouldn't it?"
"That's difficult." Mu Sheng considered many possibilities, only to reject them himself. Even someone as formidable as Ding Ding needed Little Light to come to