Several days later, Que Niang entered the little courtyard carrying a pile of books.
Among them were extremely old classics and notes, as well as brand-new sheets of paper, presumably the results of the Mirror Sect elders' analyses over the past few days.
Jing Jiu did not take them away. He read through them in the courtyard, picking out what was worth remembering and committing it to memory.
Yan Zhenlu had indeed been an expelled disciple of the Mirror Sect. Presumably, there had been an exceedingly complicated story between him and the Mirror Sect back then, but that was not Jing Jiu's concern.
He only wanted to know whether Yan Zhenlu's Mirror Flower Theory and Mirror-Splitting Technique were exactly the same as the contents of that thin booklet on Shiyue Peak.
After four hours of deductions and calculations, he finally reached a conclusion: if Yan Zhenlu had continued down his original path, the Mirror-Splitting Technique should not have turned out as it was now. Someone had tampered with the seemingly insignificant Seventh-Level Mirror Splitting, rearranging its sequence and thereby introducing a hidden flaw into the Smoke and Clouds Disperse Formation that no one could detect.
That thin booklet on Shiyue Peak had been collected by Green Mountain seven hundred and thirty-four years ago. Senior Brother had begun considering the Smoke and Clouds Disperse Formation seven hundred and thirty-three years ago. The timing was too close, and only one conclusion could be drawn. Senior Brother had brought that booklet to Shiyue Peak, and he had also tampered with the Mirror-Splitting Technique. But why had he done that?
Jing Jiu gazed at the winter plum blossoms outside the window without a word.
Zhao Layue rarely saw him looking so forlorn, and Que Niang was even a little nervous.
Jing Jiu did not