Xia Linyin chuckled twice.

With his slender, sword-like eyebrows furrowed, Yi Deng took the mirror off his belt, and Xia Linyin winked at him triumphantly.

Seeing Yideng take out the Qiankun Bag, Xia Linyin immediately cried out, "No, no, no! I was wrong, I was wrong, Dengdeng, don't put me in there—"

Xia Linyin's drawn-out voice disappeared into the Qiankun bag. Yideng tightened the bag's opening and put it into his sleeve.

"Master, Master Yideng, wait for me!"

Master Niu, limping on his injured leg, struggled to chase after Yideng, who had already disappeared from sight.

Suddenly, he sensed a sinister aura. Master Niu looked down at the ground and saw a small crumpled piece of paper lying there.

Master Niu picked up the crumpled paper and unfolded it. "Eight o'clock in the evening, in the meditation room. Be careful of the pine trees in the courtyard."

After Master Niu finished reading the words on it, the paper ball disappeared.

He had a slight thought, and he himself didn't believe that he had any covetous thoughts about the Demon Mirror.

The treasure was so tempting that even ordinary people would be tempted by the demon-revealing mirror, let alone these Taoist priests, for it was a demon-revealing mirror!

He originally intended to capture the black bear demon and use its gall to make medicinal wine, but he almost lost his life.

With this demon-revealing mirror, he wouldn't be able to catch any demons or monsters anymore.

This note must have been left for him by the Demon-Revealing Mirror, and judging from his reaction just now, the Demon-Revealing Mirror and Master Yideng must not have a good relationship.

Now that the Demon-Revealing Mirror has left him this note, could it be... that it's considering changing hands?

Master Niu was excited, but when he thought of Yideng's strength, his enthusiasm was immediately extinguished as if doused with cold water.

He still needs to think about this matter.

...

The moonlight was cool and clear, and the night breeze rustled the pine trees in the courtyard.

After yawning, Asong, who was lying on a branch, gradually disappeared into the branches.

The room was filled with a faint scent of herbs, and the flickering candlelight cast its glow.

Yideng sat cross-legged in the bathtub with his hands clasped together. The rising steam blurred his handsome, almost otherworldly face, making him look like an immortal in the clouds.

His clothes were neatly folded on the wooden bed, and the demon-revealing mirror was placed on top of the clothes with its back facing up.

The silence in the room was broken by a voice coming from under the mirror, "Master, there's something I've been keeping to myself and haven't dared to tell you. Actually, I... I think I can see you taking a bath."