บท 663: Chapter 282 Mirror Dragon Sword Sea

The enormous heart amber mirror stood quietly at the center of the platform, this precious material that was sought after throughout Shaolong perhaps only once or twice, now cast and polished into a mass weighing over a hundred pounds. At its ancient and lustrous center lay a walnut-sized depression, towards which the entire mirror's hazy, ghostly light seemed to faintly converge.

The figure sat before this amber mirror, the sky-blue robe still softly fluttering. For someone from Xuanmen, he certainly seemed too gaunt, his gray-white hair drifting imperishably. Sitting before the hazy jade mirror in the gloomy cave, he was like an old immortal buried for years.

A woman's soft voice rose in front of this scene.

Xiao Tingshu was completely petrified, his hands trembling first in an instant, his face turning blankly toward the woman, "Wha... What... Sword Master?"