At Chu Luohen's words, the Mirror Spirit's expression froze.
Then it heard Chu Luohen continue, "Still, appearing at a time like this and telling a story like that does make it easy to assume you're the protagonist of that story-the Mirror Spirit, the center of this mirror world.
"But in truth, you're only a clone of the real Mirror Spirit, aren't you?"
"What are you trying to do?"
Chu Luohen said coldly, "Shouldn't I be the one asking that? What exactly are you trying to do? And who was the person who made that deal with you?"
The evil spirit laughed. "Do you think I would tell you?"
The instant its words fell, a streak of Golden Light pierced its body. Under its incredulous gaze, its body began to crumble, until it finally vanished without a trace.
Chu Luohen withdrew the Scarless Sword and murmured, his gaze indifferent, "So it really was just a clone."
With that, he too left the small tower pavilion through the window.
Silence settled over the tower pavilion once more, but this time, the stone statue on the central dais was nowhere to be seen.
When Su Jiu came down, she was met with utter chaos. The Phantom Blood Blade had split into dozens of blades that darted back and forth through the crowd.
Most of the disciples did not fight back, merely defending themselves as best they could.
But two disciples from the Enforcement Hall and two from the Shadow Pavilion were different.
At that moment, the four seemed to have fallen under some bewitching influence. Killing intent filled their eyes and radiated from their bodies, as though they faced not their former companions, but mortal enemies who could never share the same sky.
And these four disciples were none other than the