Ask the Mirror

Yu Ci’s eyes swept back and forth between the mirror surface and the sky, ultimately confirming his suspicions. Taking a long breath, he stopped overthinking and leapt up, using his hands and feet like a monkey, quickly scaling the cliff and standing at the highest point of the peak. From this vantage point, the view […]

Upon hearing Yu Ci’s mockery, the monk almost spat blood. He dared not stop in his tracks, continuing on until he was ten zhang away. Sensing that Yu Ci hadn’t caught up, he halted his steps. His eyes were struggling to stay open, unable to bear the stimulation. Tears streamed down uncontrollably, which he hurriedly

With this thought in mind, Yu Ci successively lifted the c0rpse’s hands. As expected, there was a ring on the left index finger, already slipped to the first knuckle. Had he arrived a bit later, this ring would have become the spoils of these herb collectors. Yu Ci took it off. There were no carvings

In a dazed state, it was unclear how much time had passed when Yu Ci’s head thudded, as if the “little hammer” had started pounding again, jolting him out of his haze. Opening his eyes, he saw the daylight fully shining. The scene of traveling under the moon and gazing at the vast sea of

Emotions always flare up temporarily, and eventually, one has to return to a steady track. Yu Ci lay exhausted on the ground, indifferent to the muddy water beneath him. He spread his limbs wide and gazed blankly at the rain-soaked sky. The raindrops brushed his cheeks, gradually calming his overly stirred emotions. The touch of

It was a speed that surpassed thought. Daoist Yan didn’t even have time to change his expression before he was slain by a single sword strike. The Nine Yang Talisman Sword remained in his hand, and his tall body was still standing, but he was indeed dead—cleanly and efficiently, almost absurdly so. Yu Ci didn’t