"This..." Xiao Hua was secretly startled, afraid that Li Zongbao had suffered Qi Deviation. He had personally witnessed Cai Zhuoxia's death. She had truly died through and through—there was absolutely no way she could still be alive! Since the Tongming Mirror could not find any trace of Cai Zhuoxia's soul, the mirror must have been flawed! Hadn't something gone wrong when he used it himself? It must have happened after Li Zongbao and Fairy Hongxia used it.
"Yes, I too am anxious to return and look at my sister's body. Perhaps a miracle truly might happen!" Fairy Hongxia's face also revealed excitement.
Li Zongbao bit his lip and said, "That's right. Since Ziming wants to revive Ziye, if Zhuo Xia isn't dead, there's no reason she can't be revived!"
"This..." Xiao Hua smiled bitterly again. He looked at Xiao Mao, who was walking with his head lowered, seemingly immersing his divine sense in a jade slip, and found himself unable to say a word. It seemed that he, the chief culprit who had broken the Tongming Mirror, was the only one who had gained nothing from it.
"Yes, what was that enormous pitch-black silhouette? And what were those strings of sounds?" Xiao Hua was somewhat baffled. "Was it the netherworld? Or the Nine Springs? Or perhaps the Myriad Monster Realm? The demon realm?"
With these doubts, Xiao Hua and the others returned to the quiet chamber. Yet this chamber was no longer that enormous palace, but a truly small and exquisite room. And within it, Xiao Hua was once again the only one sitting cross-legged.
Thinking that he had left the quiet chamber only a day and a night ago, yet so many things had happened, Xiao Hua was nearly exhausted in body and mind! Most of that mental strain