...
"Zhu Yike, you old hag, I'll slice you!"
Amidst the tumultuous discussions of the five regions was Feng Xiaoshuang's lion's roar, accompanied by the sword cries tearing through the wind.
Can't see!
Can't see the scene at all!
No one knew why the image was suddenly not visible, even those from the Southern Region wondered why...
At this moment, "Zheng" sounded.
Everyone knew this sound; it was the sound of a copper coin being tossed, followed by Zhu Yike's voice:
"Purple."
Swish.
The five regions fell silent instantly.
Everyone held their breath, eyes wide like copper bells.
"Ah——"
In the next breath, the sword cries were chaotic.
Feng Xiaoshuang's terrified scream followed.
This time the five regions were in complete uproar, everyone desperately rushed onto the stage, wildly shaking the Dao Imparting Mirror, as if to shake off the black screen, or to shake Feng Zhongzui to death.
"Let me see!"
"There's nothing I can't see!"
"Zhu Yike, lift up the mirror for me!"
