What?
Yang Yong's pupils trembled.
Soul forms stretching as far as the eye could see inside the mirror?
He had thought...
There was only the White-Clothed Love Letter Ghost inside, with at most the City Lord's soul that had been drawn in as well.
But now...
Time was running out. There was no time to think it through.
When something made no sense, ask Old Cao.
Yang Yong grabbed the Bronze Mirror and ran outside.
The little girl followed behind him, like a string of paper figures blown up by the wind.
"Old Cao!"
"Quick, see what's going on!" Yang Yong shouted as he ran.
He quickly explained how the little girl had just entered the mirror, only to see countless soul forms.
Cao Xianming's expression grew grave.
He brought up the Data Model.
A scanning beam swept over the Bronze Mirror...
No response.
He scanned it several more times.
Still, no data came back.
"Well?"
Cao Xianming shook his head, his brows knotted tightly.
"I can't scan any information from it."
He immediately switched modes.
He began calculating probabilities.
Numbers flickered wildly across the Data Model.
Several probability values appeared in succession.
"Well?"
Cao Xianming raised his head and spoke extremely quickly.
"This mirror connects to more than one space."
"The Love Letter Ghost and the City Lord's soul you saw before were in the same space, but there are many, many more spaces inside."
"Without something to guide her, the little girl enters random spaces. She might not happen to encounter the City Lord and the White-Clothed Love Letter Ghost."
Yang Yong understood instantly.
So...
They needed something to guide her.
He turned his hand over.
The Four Yang God-Sealing Banner appeared in his palm.
Runes flowed across the banner, and it radiated an aura that could be