Feng Shanshan chuckled fondly at Mu Chen's dumbfounded expression. The Soul Condensing Mirror Spirit snapped its fingers, and a table and three chairs materialized out of thin air in the middle of the vast green field, looking somewhat abrupt and out of place.
"Have a seat." The Soul Condensing Mirror Spirit gestured casually at the chairs but took a seat first itself. Feng Shanshan didn't stand on ceremony, sitting down and asking, "Mirror Spirit, you said the Forest of Myriad Manifestations has a flaw. But why has our family practiced this Cultivation Technique for tens of thousands of years without discovering anything strange?"
