Su Jiu's voice was calm, with even a hint of nonchalance. "You're not bad yourself."
"Legend has it that ten thousand years ago, there was a Mixed Mountain Sect. That sect possessed a supreme treasure called the Realm of Reality. But later, the Mixed Mountain Sect was wiped out, and the Realm of Reality mysteriously vanished from the world along with it. No one knew where it went..."
"The Realm of Reality can satisfy every human desire, but it can also see through all illusions..."
"And just now, before the web I wove with my Otherworldly Eyes could even take shape, you broke it. So... you're that Realm of Reality, aren't you?"
Su Jiu only knew all this because Little Pearl had secretly told her.
The Mirror Spirit was not particularly surprised to have its true identity exposed. But when it heard that the Mixed Mountain Sect had been annihilated, a flicker of shock crossed its eyes.
"The Mixed Mountain Sect... how was it wiped out?"
"Many things can no longer be verified. There's no record of it in the history books."
The Mirror Spirit fell silent, not saying another word. It seemed no longer to care even about its own life...
Meanwhile, under Su Jiu's orders, the battle was nearing its end.
Though the villagers' attacks were fierce, their defenses were still those of ordinary mortals. Before long, most of them had been killed.
The scales of victory were already beginning to tip.
It was also then that the Shadow Pavilion disciples came over, supporting Ning Fan and the other four.
Everyone who ought to be there was now present.
With its cause lost, the Mirror Spirit slowly came back to its senses. It looked blankly at Su Jiu and muttered under its breath, "Wiped out... good that they