She listened to the crowd's incessant chatter, a chaotic, disorderly din.
At first, Ming Yun was somewhat puzzled, but as she heard more and more, her smug expression gradually began to crack.
What nightmares? Why were they saying the sight of her would give them nightmares?
She frantically rummaged through her Storage Bag and pulled out a mirror.
Li Yishi noticed what she was doing and quickly snatched the mirror away.
Ming Yun stared at Li Yishi in disbelief, but he only kept avoiding her gaze.
"Don't look. There's nothing worth seeing." Li Yishi's voice was pained and hoarse.
Unable to suppress the violent fury in her heart any longer, Ming Yun raised her hand and slapped Li Yishi.
Caught off guard, Li Yishi dropped the mirror to the ground.
The sharp sound of shattering glass silenced the surrounding clamor.
Ming Yun, however, went still, for in the broken mirror at her feet, she saw the face that had once been more familiar to her than any other.
The face had yet to shrivel completely and still retained its former contours.
Ming Yun suddenly let out a piercing scream.
She tried to cover her face, but the moment her hands touched her cheeks, excruciating pain shot through the festering wounds.
She turned to look at the mirror, now shattered into pieces, again.
There, reflected in her eyes, was a face more than half rotted away, like a malevolent ghost that had crawled out of hell.
Ming Yun lost her mind, muttering incessantly, "That isn't me, it isn't me! I'm a chosen child of heaven! I'm destined to become a chosen child of heaven! All your sects will fight over me!
"I'll stand at the pinnacle of the world and bask in everyone's worship.
"Xia Jue... Xia Jue will become my