The jade-platter-sized eye in the shadows belonged to Qilin, the Zhongzhou Sect's Mountain-Guarding Divine Beast.
At White True Person's words, Qilin's gaze grew colder still, his killing intent almost tangible. He clearly wanted to kill Jing Jiu.
"If he cannot refine the Immortal Register, he is a dead man. You need not act yourself."
White True Person said calmly, "Let us both pretend we know nothing of this."
"There is something wrong with the Mirror Spirit. Should we summon her and question her?" Qilin asked through Divine Sense.
"She is practically becoming a demon. Why bother asking?"
White True Person reached into the night sky and seized something.
It was the Azure Sky Mirror, though by some unknown Daoist art, she had shrunk it into a little disk that fit in her hand.
Countless streams of bitterly cold mystic energy seeped from White True Person's fingers, and ice gradually formed over the Azure Sky Mirror.
This layer of mystic ice looked exceedingly thin, but was incomparably hard. Even the Immortal Sword would have difficulty cutting it open.
With a wave of her hand, she suppressed the frozen Azure Sky Mirror in a severed vein deep beneath Yunmeng Mountain.
Several hundred years later, when the Mirror Spirit had dispersed and the illusory world restarted, perhaps the Azure Sky Mirror could see daylight again.
Watching this, satisfaction appeared in Qilin's eye. He felt this was the most appropriate way to handle it.
White True Person left her cave abode and came to the heights of Yunmeng Mountain. Her aura grew colder, as though she had become an indestructible snow mountain exuding a piercing chill.
At this Dao-Seeking Assembly, the Zhongzhou Sect's aim had been to find an inheritor for the Immortal Register. Anyone would do, provided they were strong enough.
But since