The gentle light was utterly serene. Its afterglow spilled down, bathing the people of the Imperial City in a fine golden rain, and cries of surprise rose everywhere:
"This rain is amazing! My whole body feels lighter!"
"My leg doesn't hurt anymore, and my wounds have healed!"
"Son, come look! Have my crow's feet faded too?"
The common people cheered. This was a miracle descending upon the world.
Inside the Marquisate of Southern Pacification, however, everyone was bewildered.
Liu Yuyan said, "The Heavenly Thunder pulled back? Did the mirror scare it away?"
Prince Huai was nearby, supporting Murong Tianci as they looked up at the sky together. The injuries they had suffered from the thunder's might gradually healed under the nourishing golden rain.
They exchanged puzzled looks, and Prince Huai asked, "Does the mirror our ancestors left behind have some special formation on it?"
Murong Tianci shook his head. "No. It was just polished from a meteorite. Maybe... the imperial aura was too strong?"
That made sense too.
But what had that shriek from the Heavenly Thunder meant?
Liu Shuyue giggled so hard that her wounds hurt, and she coughed several times:
[That's hilarious! It actually scared itself off with its own ugly face! Is it obsessed with looks? Was it jealous that my husband is handsome and my babies are pretty, so it came to strike me on purpose?]
Huahua: [No idea. I don't have permission to search for gossip about it.]
[But the mirror was made from meteorite and rare metals, so its reflections were blurry and distorted to begin with. It was only kept in the Imperial Palace as a treasure to show off. Maybe... it really was horrified by its own distorted face!]
Judging by its voice, it was female.
That really was possible!
Everyone was