However, was there a need to give face to such a person and such a family?
Huang conglong stared at Xia qingchen, and the more he looked at him, the more displeased he felt. He suppressed the anger in his heart and spoke indifferently, ""If the octagonal mirror is damaged, the Huang family won't hold you responsible, provided you use it normally."
After Xia qingchen finished recording, he kept the crystal ball and said, ""This sentence is enough."
He didn't say anything more. He blew out a breath that vaporized the steel needle and pierced his finger.
A drop of dark red blood dripped down his finger onto the center of the octagonal mirror.
The runes on the mirror started to spin around the drop of blood.
