"Wait."
Yun Yanshui suddenly remembered something. That entity from within the mirror came from the spiritual realm—it likely knew a great deal about many things.
Perhaps keeping it around might prove useful?!
"Hey! Old man, are you still there?"
He quickly strode to the offering table, cradling the ancient bronze mirror in his hands while shouting.
However, the bronze mirror remained as quiet as a stone, showing no reaction whatsoever.
"Ugh! I acted too rashly!"
Unwillingly, Yun Yanshui placed the bronze mirror back onto the offering table, letting out a deep sigh of frustration.
No sooner had his words fallen than a loud plop sounded from the previously silent bronze mirror. A book dropped out of the mirror and landed on the table.
The cover of the ancient book gleamed with black-gold hues, emanating an eerie, shadowy light.
