"Mother is watching to see who has fallen again."
The woman in the purple dress slowly began to speak, her voice ethereal, echoing around the hall like the sound of spring water coursing through a mountain brook.
The boy on her shoulder asked in confusion, "What's so interesting about that? People die all the time, don't they? As long as half of the lamps on this wall don't go out, the destiny of the Seven-Star Spirit Realm won't be cut off."
The woman in the purple dress replied, "Recently, three Wandering Immortals have died, all from the same place, a place near the Star Sea Congregations. I don't know if it's the calculations of the Star Sea Congregations or if someone else is causing trouble behind the scenes."
The boy then turned his gaze to the oil lamps on the wall and began to ponder.
At that moment, footsteps approached from the darkness behind them, and an aged voice came forth:
"Cave Master, there is a fluctuation of divine sense from the SPIRIT MIRROR."