"Ancestor, what should we do now?" Miyamoto Takeshi asked with a somewhat somber expression.
"With the strength of my palm just now, he won't survive. It's just a pity about the Eight Feet Mirror. Next, you must adapt to the Muramasa demon blade with all your might, using its strength to enhance your own abilities," the robed elder said indifferently.
Afterward, the two men, along with the expert at the seventh level of the Saint Realm, left the area. But three seconds after they had gone, a figure appeared mysteriously—it was the She Ji from the Amaterasu Shrine.
"Are you sure he won't die? If he does, then we'll miss our chance," She Ji said, her lips slightly pursed.
"He won't die. If you make a move, it will only complicate matters further," that cold voice came from She Ji's mouth once more.
