All the attendees of the joint meeting looked at a light orb at the very edge of the corner. The light orb shed its disguise, revealing its true form—it was Mirror Twelve.
Meng Yu's mouth twitched slightly.
It had indeed been a long time since they'd last seen each other.
After the affairs of the Martial Arts Miniature World were settled, Meng Yu heard the news that Mirror Twelve was about to die or would be executed by firing squad, Yet, this guy seemed to be thriving more and more, at least now, as he was lively and bouncing around, mixing with everyone at the joint meeting.
Right, how could he participate in this meeting?
"I'm close to death, with only one year and one month left before my Divine Soul collapses. I've already applied for a death sentence this year; it was approved only a few days ago. I came to establish a rule for the Immortal Sect. However, hearing about the Eternal Night Palace, I believe I can still be of some use," Mirror Twelve said.
