As the spell was recited, a spiritual light immediately burst forth from her fingertips, invisible and colorless, shooting straight through Zhang Ning's body and with a "snap," landed on the surface of the mirror.
The mirror let out an intense trembling sound, and Ning Rui, who stood behind it gripping its wooden frame with both arms, only felt tingling in the palms of his hands, and he nearly lost his grip.
That clear mirror seemed unable to bear the weight after several slight trembles, emitting an almost imperceptible "crack" sound, as if the next moment, it would shatter apart.
Ning Rui stood behind the mirror, completely covered and unable to see anything.
At this moment, He Qing, standing behind Zhang Ning, quickly drew an arc in the air with her index and middle fingers together, and the stack of talisman papers she had just placed on the table instantly "rustled" as they flew up together, one by one, forming a neat circle in the air following the arc of her fingers.
