In the profound depths of the water, Lu Bu'er's thoughts experienced a momentary short-circuit, feeling the absurdity while also deeming it quite logical because ever since he began investigating incidents related to Sacred Mountain, he would occasionally come across this legendary figure, whose name was already as familiar as thunder.
With the Bronze Mirror in hand, it felt almost scorching.
And in that instant, a drop of illusory blood seeped out from the Bronze Mirror, staining his hand and leaving behind a rose-like mark.
"What is this?"
He furrowed his brows and spoke.
