In a palace in the night pearl small world, an enormous mirror was arranged, and it was rolling in the air like mercury. More than ten people concealed in black mist were standing on both sides of the mirror, and all of them were disciples of Yin Manor.
After a moment, the mirror's surface began to roll, and something rushed out of it. A black shadow descended at the center of the main hall—two yin phoenixes were pulling a simple bronze chariot. Once it descended, a blonde coachman holding a golden whip looked all around and turned toward the veil over the coach.
"Young master, we have reached the night pearl small world," he said respectfully.
