He didn't know what he was thinking.
Suddenly, he looked to the horizon, the distant horizon.
The eastern sunrise appeared over the sea of clouds, casting a touch of orange-yellow, just falling on Zhu Yike's face.
Zhu Yike's whole being was glowing.
He wrapped his arm around the mirror, as if hugging a good friend's shoulder, and laughed triumphantly:
"Hey, today's my lucky day!"
...
"What's he doing?"
Spiritual Cultivators from the five regions, from four regions alone, couldn't understand what Feng Zhongzui was doing at this moment.
Yes, the Dao Imparting Mirror, the Mother Mirror, was still broadcasting the Dead Sea, but half the screen had changed.
The other half was the scene after Zhu Yike left the Dead Sea, with another mirror pointed at him from afar.
And when the final mirror image tilted, revealing that quirky face, still smoothing his bangs...
Everyone knew that the Dao Imparting Mirror aimed at Zhu Yike had been found.
"But, why?"
