This was a young man's voice; it was low and nonchalant, but it chilled one's bones.
Mu Qinghe forcefully endured the excruciating pain in his heart as he clenched his teeth and said, "Master, don't worry. I'll definitely do it as soon as possible."
"You don't have much time left." The seawater in the copper mirror seemed to ripple as the strong bloody smell suffocated people.
"Everyone else thinks you went to find the Dijing Yuan meridian, but this reason can't be used for long. If you can't settle this matter as soon as possible, then… you don't have to come back in the future, understand?"
Due to the pain, Mu Qinghe's lips turned even paler. "…I understand."
The bloody water gradually disappeared and was replaced by a white light. The next moment, the copper mirror returned to normal.
Then, Mu Qinghe realized that the pain in his body had lessened. He closed his eyes, put away the copper mirror, and leaned against the chair defeatedly.
