Twelve lamps illuminated the interior, casting a dim yet distinct glow across the room. The dragon-shaped statues atop the roof beams looked so lifelike that they seemed on the verge of revival.
The light shone upon Xu Xuan's contemplative face.
"The affairs of the Mirror Realm have come to a close," he said.
Having attracted the attention of a Great Luo Divine Immortal in the Mirror Realm was a grave issue. Perhaps that being had already memorized his aura. It would be wise to lie low and hide for a while.
"Just keep waiting," Xu Xuan said, looking at the burning candles. "Wait for the great tribulation to pass and for all things to wither, for that will be the time for Dao Sects to emerge."
The candles flickered as if everyone already knew.
