Linghu Lan: "..."
Wow, my heroine is amazing!
Qi Wuhe lightly leaped out of the pit and was already outside. He tenderly handed the mirror to Qin Ya and said, "Miss Qin, take a look!"
This mirror was passed down from our patriarch, Feng Qingzhi. It's probably an artifact even older than the Baiyun Temple. He originally intended to keep it as a family heirloom, but now it's been destroyed.
Qin Ya took the mirror and compared it with Qi Wuhe's. One mirror was as bright and clean as new, while the other seemed to have been half burned in a fire, turning black and gray.
Qin Ya sighed, "This mirror is badly damaged and probably won't be usable for a while. I wonder where Ning Yue's soul has gone? That commotion just now was really strange."
Linghu Lan reached out and took it. She used her hand, which contained the power of the Vajra Pill, to wipe it, but she only managed to make the blackness on the mirror more even.
She wasn't too worried about Ning Yue's whereabouts, since the female lead wouldn't die so easily anyway.
She recalled the black light that pierced the moon when the mirror shattered, resembling a celestial path guiding wandering souls, strikingly similar to the white vortex that appeared every time she left a different dimension.
A thought flashed through her mind, and she had a vague guess about Ning Yue, but she couldn't verify that guess at the moment.
She looked up at the moon in the sky.
Moon, tell me, what trouble have you gotten yourself into?
Qi Wuhe frowned and said, "Will Miss Ning's soul be shattered by that loud noise?"
“No!” Linghu Lan said decisively.
"Why?" Everyone looked at her in astonishment.
Linghu Lan slowly said, "I've done some calculations, and she's like an unkillable cockroach; we don't need to worry about her!"
Everyone: "..."
Ning Yue's whereabouts are now unknown. The people are not familiar with her, and even knowing what she has done, they do not sympathize with her.
Only Qiu Xiang felt a little regretful. After all, Ning Yue was her savior, and they had shared a body for a month, so there would inevitably be some feelings between them.
Qi Wuhe held his mirror, sighing repeatedly. "This is an ancestral heirloom, and now it's turned into this. What are we going to do?"
Qin Ya pondered for a moment before speaking, "I'm afraid the water of the mortal world can't clean this mirror. If Abbot Qi trusts my words, why don't you give this mirror to me? I'll take it to the underworld and wash it with the water of the River Styx to see if the black stains can be removed. If they can be washed off, it will need to be hung under the Bridge of the River Styx for many years to absorb the yin energy of the river and then it will be restored to its original state. If Abbot Qi has other methods, please feel free to take the mirror back. My method is just a trial, and I don't know if it will work."
Qi Wuhe sighed silently. He knew very little about the mirror, and all he knew was what Qin Ya had told him. Now, he had no choice but to listen to Qin Ya. He cupped his hands in a bow and said, "Thank you for troubling me, Miss."
Qin Ya reached out and took the mirror.
A flurry of footsteps could be heard outside, indicating that the palace guards had arrived.
They've only just arrived; it's likely that locating the place took some time.
Qin Ya looked at everyone and said, "Please don't panic, everyone. I will see you off."
With a flick of her long sleeves, a gust of cold wind rose from the ground, carrying countless leaves as it rushed towards the guards.
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