The gaze seemed to penetrate the Ancient Mirror and lock eyes with Li Hao.
Li Hao instantly felt an inexplicable, indescribable sensation.
*It was as if there was a connection by blood.*
But the woman inside the Ancient Mirror only glanced, slightly puzzled, then walked into the thatched hut, seemingly to rest.
Li Hao continued to focus for a moment, then shifted his gaze to various other parts of Qiu Tian Dao, noticing, in some caves, there were many Ji family prisoners, looking like wild people with long hair and bodies filthy with grime, sitting or lying down in a dispirited state.
Some even used stone shards to carve on the walls of the peaks, seemingly marking the days.
The number of criminals was not large, but with just a glance, Li Hao could feel the desolation and gloomy atmosphere of despair pervading the island.
