"I hope that the immortal can give me some guidance."
Su Ran hurriedly pulled out the mysterious mirror from his bladder and carefully handed it to Daoist Wang. He knew that this Dream-seeking Mirror was about to shine with its true brilliance!
"Huff, huff!"
Daoist Wang took the mirror in both hands, his eyes locked tightly on the dim, lightless surface. His gaze was so intense that bloodshot veins appeared in his eyes, his breathing grew heavier, and his hands began to shake.
This alarmed Su Ran. He noticed that the old man's face was flushed and he was struggling to breathe. And what if this induced a heart attack? If the old man kicked the bucket all of a sudden, Su Ran would be really depressed. Without Daoist Wang playing his part, the clue to the Dream-seeking Mirror would be lost, meaning the mirror could not be authenticated and hence, it would never be usable. Now who would he turn to?
"Immortal, you need to take it easy, it's nothing to be excited about!"
