Deep in the thick forest a hundred li away from the Yang family’s shelter, Shen Lin and one of the Yakshas, Dong Jin, were sitting upright.
Almost one hundred Earth Realm and Nirvana Realm warriors were surrounding them. They were forming a round-shaped formation, as though they were waiting for something.
Stood between Shen Lin and Dong Jin was an adult-sized silver mirror. After receiving Essence Qi from the warriors, the blurry mirror became clearer, and a figure slowly appeared in the mirror.
Shen Lin and Dong Jin were tense. They jolted up from their seats and clasped their fists to greet that person. They looked even more respectful than when they were talking with Yang Tian Emperor.
The figure in the mirror got clearer. That was a bony old man wearing a gray robe and an ugly green mask. He then asked with a desolate tone. "How is it going?"
