Shen Yunmai could not hear the conversation between Tong Yan and the girl. He could only watch as the two seemed to become statues on opposite sides of a mirror.
Before long, their silent conversation ended. Tong Yan blinked, and the girl in red had already gone to the bottom of the Stone Steps, her figure hidden by cloud and mist.
Shen Yunmai knew this must have been some kind of communication through divine-sense Daoist arts. Feeling rather regretful, he asked curiously, "Your daughter?"
"My Closed-Door Disciple," Tong Yan said. "Why would you think she was my daughter?"
Shen Yunmai pointed at his face.
"Her eyebrows aren't faint," Tong Yan said, his voice sinking slightly.
"I meant that her face looks very young, a bit like yours," Shen Yunmai said.
"Do you have nothing to do?" Tong Yan said. "We should only have half a day to calculate the boundary and energy level."
With that, he waved lightly and tossed the bronze mirror out of the warship. Who knew where among the asteroids it disappeared.
"Why not keep it?" Shen Yunmai asked, puzzled.
"A rule handed down by the Sect-Founder Patriarch, known only to the Sect Master," Tong Yan said. "Should I tell you?"
Shen Yunmai steered the robot toward a cylinder. "I get the feeling you're not in a particularly good mood right now. Let's talk about something else. After all, I'm someone who knows which way the wind blows. Wearing this heap of scrap metal, I probably couldn't beat you now."
Back on the Chaotian Continent, Tong Yan had never gotten along well with Zhuo Rusui. This had something to do with the matter of Liu Ci at the Western Sea, but more importantly, their temperaments differed.
Listening to Shen Yunmai's incessant muttering now, he seemed to see