250 - Mistress, I Was Wrong

"My Mistress, I Was Wrong" Chapter 250 Spirit Emperor “Hiss!” Another urgent cry pierced the air, and Qian Wanyu felt her eardrums aching with more annoyance than pain. Every time she felt the Soul-Severing Mirror was within grasp, something would disrupt her plans, making her feel as if what seemed a sure catch slipped away, leaving her with a sense of helplessness. Before she could even contemplate a better way to solve the issue, a cool sensation brushed against her hand, feeling exactly like—a mirror! She looked down and indeed found an antique mirror, cracks and all, in her hand. When she looked again at the mountain crevice where the mirror had been wedged, the gap had mysteriously closed up, and she found herself... suspended in the air. "Yu Chi Shou." Yu Chi Shou had, after touching the Soul-Severing Mirror, been falling as though soulless, drifting downwards. He seemed to see his ancestor standing beside the Dragon God, not a trace of the past authority missing, jointly charging into battle... Qian Wanyu's long whip scratched a shallow mark in the mountain wall as she slid downward; she shouted Yu Chi Shou's name, trying to save herself while ensuring that fool dragon wasn't already dead. --- Though Qian Wanyu and Yu Chi Shou were in peril, Dongfang Minghui's side was no less frantic. The white-haired Little Hui by her side inexplicably fainted and started rolling off the cliff. Fortunately, Little Color's vines promptly wrapped it into a ball, tethering it to the iron archway. “Little Hui?” Dongfang Minghui carefully checked Little Hui's breathing; it was sporadic and weak. Blood trickled from its lower half, a bright red that kept pooling, seemingly endless, mixed with the water under it as it dripped off the cliff. Little Hui's two legs were shivering uncontrollably, and with each tremor, the blood flowed faster. “Little Hui, Little Hui, wake up!” She tried reviving it, checking for breath and pulse, then resorted to feeding it various life-saving pills, but none had any effect! The blood continued flowing from Little Hui’s body, its trembling intensified, and its breathing became more and more faint. For a moment, its breathing stopped completely. Dongfang Minghui withdrew her hand in shock. “Little Color, I think I can't feel Little Hui’s pulse anymore; is it... dead?” Little Color was equally stunned by the scene, for Little Hui and the white-haired Little Hui were essentially one. The current issue with the white-haired Little Hui suggested the other had used some kind of substitute method. If no mistakes were made, Qian Wanyu should have successfully acquired the Soul-Severing Mirror. It couldn't help but sigh, “It was their choice. You should focus on your Seventh Sister. If they got the Soul-Severing Mirror, why aren't they back yet?” As soon as Little Color finished, Dongfang Minghui heard Qian Wanyu calling from the other side of the mountain, though the voice seemed to be getting farther away, implying the speaker was moving away. She quickly stood, “Seventh Sister.” “Yu Chi Shou, have you forgotten Toothless still waits in the Longevity Cauldron?” Qian Wanyu struggled to keep herself from falling further, pouring her spiritual energy into her voice to project it far enough for Yu Chi Shou to hear. Yu Chi Shou nearly forgot; he was trapped in the vision of his ancestor's image and bearing, completely abandoning his responsibilities and mission. However, Qian Wanyu's sharp rebuke finally pulled his rationality back, bit by bit. Coming to his senses, he realized, Man, he was about to intimately connect with a sharp mountain peak. Quickly, he twisted away just in time to avoid a lethal blow. “Roar—” “Yu Chi Shou!” Qian Wanyu, one hand clutching the Soul-Severing Mirror, jammed another hand into the mountainside, the five fingers bloodied and mangled. Dongfang Minghui, fastening three vines around her waist, tried to climb across the ridge to find Qian Wanyu. Midway, she spotted a fiery figure—upon closer inspection, it was her Seventh Sister standing on Yu Chi Shou’s dragon back. At once, she called out in delight, “Seventh Sister, Seventh Sister.” Seeing Dongfang Minghui's risky approach caused Qian Wanyu’s temple veins to throb, and she immediately directed Yu Chi Shou to bring her back safely. Dongfang Minghui’s face lit up, but then she noticed her sister’s bleeding hand—five fingers, bloodied beyond recognition, bones seemingly visible. “Seventh Sister, your hand.” Qian Wanyu glanced at it, not flinching, “A mere scratch, nothing serious.” Dongfang Minghui, angry and anxious, quickly grabbed medicinal pills and cleansing alcohol to treat her sister’s wounds, chiding all the while, “A mere scratch? If it’s not treated, your hand could be ruined.” Her hands trembled with reluctance, having seen more blood today than in a month, first with Little Hui, now her Seventh Sister. From Qian Wanyu’s injuries, she could see how perilous retrieving the Soul-Severing Mirror had been. Yu Chi Shou, still dazed, hung his head, inexplicably having let go of the Soul-Severing Mirror, leaving Qian Wanyu in a lurch, and costing Little Hui its life. “Sorry.” “What are you apologizing for?” Qian Wanyu looked at him quizzically. While meticulously treating her sister's fingers, Dongfang Minghui shot an inquisitive glance at the humbled dragonman, wondering what had just transpired. She continued to bind each finger skillfully until her sister’s hand looked like a museum of bandaged sausages. “Seventh Sister, you can't use this hand yet. You must listen, or I’ll be cross.” Dongfang Minghui warned sternly, knowing her sister's stubborn nature—hand injuries wouldn’t stop her from acting; when she hit her stride, no one could convince her otherwise. Qian Wanyu, looking at her sister’s handiwork, sighed resignedly, “What about Little Hui?” Dongfang Minghui hesitated with a ceramic bottle before softly murmuring, “Little Hui... is dead.” Yu Chi Shou raised his red-laden eyes, mumbling so lowly that Qian Wanyu had to strain to hear him, “Yu Chi Shou, why did you let go?” “I—I saw into the Soul-Severing Mirror,” Yu Chi Shou was still perplexed by the vision of ancestors and the Dragon God, “It felt like a dream, and without you waking me, you probably wouldn’t have seen me again.” With that, a fabric-covered, irregular object appeared in Qian Wanyu’s intact hand; she had shielded the Soul-Severing Mirror with cloth once she secured it, wary of its potential trickery. “The Soul-Severing Mirror is here.” Everyone exchanged glances, curiosity yielding to reluctance to reveal it. Even Dongfang Minghui, usually inquisitive, sensed the dark aura surrounding the object that claimed Little Hui’s life. None, whether Ding Ding, Yu Chi Shou, or Seventh Sister, had met it without consequence. “Seventh Sister, what do you intend to do with this mirror?” Dongfang Minghui asked nervously, “Didn't Little Hui say extracting the Soul-Severing Mirror would help the Hui tribe's predicament?” Yet, the surrounding canyon bore no sign of change. Qian Wanyu lightly tapped her fingers against the covered mirror, “We’ll decide once Ding Ding awakens; the mirror's powers are too great, for now, it stays with me. Any objections?” Both Yu Chi Shou and Dongfang Minghui shook their heads in agreement. Yet Yu Chi Shou remained consumed by his fleeting glimpse within the mirror and the seemingly foolish act that cost both Little Hui and the white-haired Little Hui's lives, going quiet and thoughtful, weighed down with remorse. Qian Wanyu quickly entered a meditative state, casting a glance at Qing Mo enveloped by the Soul-Shading Fruit within her Soul Sea, murmuring, “Qing Mo, tell me how best to use the Soul-Severing Mirror, if you can give me a hint.” In the Soul Sea, there was only silence. --- "Ding Ding, let's have a competition to see who catches the most big dragons. There's a prize." "Ding Ding, would you like to eat roasted dragon meat?" "Ding Ding, help me knock that annoying old rascal down from the sky." "....." A sigh growing closer and closer resounded by its ear. Although Ding Ding felt slightly confused, it couldn't mistake its master's voice. "Master." Dongfang Minghui had been guarding the Longevity Cauldron for several days, while others were meditating and cultivating on their own. She hugged her knees and drifted into thought until she unknowingly fell asleep, still thinking, "Hm, Seventh Sister’s hand has almost healed; a few more treatments and it should be completely fine." Thus, she began to dream. Dongfang Minghui felt as if she was floating in mid-air. When she looked down, the abyss seemed endless, sparking her acrophobia, so she quickly turned her gaze forward to distract herself. A multitude of colorful dragons surrounded her, their scales shimmered so brightly, almost dazzling her eyes. They flew back and forth across the sky in various shapes and forms. Perhaps because her thoughts lingered on the dragon tribe she'd wished to see, in her dream, she saw herself transform into a light blue dragon with scales radiating vibrant hues under the light, quite beautiful indeed. She was very content with having turned into such a lovely dragon. "Hear my command, today I will face Emperor Tong in battle. None shall interfere." "Yes, Dragon God." Dragon God? Dongfang Minghui thought this dream was quite wild. The Dragon God had been gone for a hundred years, how could he be seen so easily? But it didn't matter—in a dream, she ruled supreme. "Little sister, come over." "Mm?" Dongfang Minghui looked around, noticing the dragons clearing a path for her. A towering man, who was hailed as the Dragon God, beckoned her over, and she discovered she had a long dragon tail. Only now, upon noticing her long body, did she realize she was an adult female dragon. "I entrust Xiao-er to you. No matter what, ensure he grows up safely." "Ehm—" Dongfang Minghui wanted to speak anxiously but found herself muted. She widened her eyes, watching helplessly as the Dragon God left after giving his command—not even listening to her protest. What arrogance! She was so distressed she broke into a sweat, trying to chase after him, but was blocked by dragons that appeared from nowhere. Soon, she saw a silver-haired man standing elegantly, one hand balancing a sharp cauldron, making his way to the robust man. "Dragon God, I have awaited this battle for a long time, and now it's finally here." "Emperor Tong, I've been waiting too. Enough talk. Fight." "Don't mind if I let this little one play with your drakes and dragonlings?" "Longevity Cauldron!" Dongfang Minghui's eyes nearly popped out as she stared at the exquisite little cauldron balanced in the silver-haired man's hand, its intricate longevity pattern flowing with movement. "Ding Ding." The little cauldron obediently remained with the silver-haired man, appearing especially well-behaved. "Ding Ding, go." The silver-haired man lightly tossed the Longevity Cauldron into the air. Then, the silver-haired man and the Dragon God began to battle fiercely, showcasing a fight that could change the very world around them, with the weighty Longevity Cauldron dealing devastating blows wherever it landed. Had someone not yanked her away, she might have perished in the dream at Ding Ding's hands. Dongfang Minghui's mind went blank—Ding Ding acting purely on its whims, attacked wherever it pleased, making her futile screams for it to stop totally ineffective. "Oh my, Ding Ding, you'll get beaten up that way." So brazenly arrogant, it was bound to trigger a gang beating. "A mere little alchemy furnace dares to bully my dragon clan? I'll show you the Soul-Severing Mirror's power." Dongfang Minghui had no clue who this girl suddenly appearing belonged to, but seeing everyone crowded around her, she must have great standing within the dragon tribe. Though she wanted to run for cover, the words 'Soul-Severing Mirror' stopped her in her tracks. She looked up to see that the woman's hand held an oval mirror with a handle, like one used for touching up one's face. Astonishingly, she realized that the original form of the Soul-Severing Mirror, from a hundred years ago, was unexpectedly cute. Try as she might, she couldn't fathom how breaking this mirror would cause so much chaos. "No, this is a dream—it must be my overthinking causing this series of bizarre events," Dongfang Minghui murmured, muttering to herself as if just to remind that this was a dream. The Longevity Cauldron charged arrogantly but was actually forced back when tangled with the enlarged Soul-Severing Mirror. Dongfang Minghui did her best to prop her jaws up. So, was this why Ding Ding was truly afraid of the Soul-Severing Mirror? Yet what surprised her was the beautiful woman pointed the mirror towards the Longevity Cauldron and whispered, “Lose soul.” “Ding Ding—” ... Dongfang Minghui’s head followed with a couple of jerky nods, snapping her back from the bizarre dream. She fluttered her eyelids open, finding she was still atop the mountain, and everyone was there. But the Longevity Cauldron that had stood before her was gone! Quickly swiveling her head, she spotted Ding Ding seated on her shoulder, legs swinging. As she turned, it blinked its animated eyes at her, “Little Nine, you’re awake.” Startled, her heart pounded fiercely. After a while, she picked Ding Ding up, poking it hard. Ding Ding tumbled around in her hand, giggling. “Little Nine, Little Nine, I saw Master.” “Huh?” Her attention snapped back, and she carefully inquired, “Ding Ding, did you just say you saw your Master…?” Surely, this was literal, right? But Ding Ding had been with them all along, how could it have seen its master? Dongfang Minghui suspected Ding Ding’s longing had blurred its line between reality and imagination. Ding Ding nodded energetically, “Master said he’s handling something important, then he’ll come find me.” Dongfang Minghui inexplicably recalled that dream. If Ding Ding had indeed been hit by the Soul-Severing Mirror, could there be two of them in existence? Just thinking about it sent chills down her spine. One Ding Ding was already enough mischief; two would spell chaos. “What does it mean to 'lose soul'?” "Little Nine, Little Nine, what are you talking about? Ding Ding doesn’t get it." Ding Ding playfully waggled her finger. “Never mind if you don’t understand; what would you do even if you did?” Dongfang Minghui looked at the small thing before her, “Ding Ding, how are Toothless and the others doing?” “They're doing well.” Relieved by Ding Ding’s response, she relaxed. “Once Seventh Sister wakes up, we’ll head down the mountain.” Qian Wanyu woke like clockwork each day. To reassure Dongfang Minghui, her injured hand had grown new flesh and skin. Although the skin sported two different colors, it no longer looked as terrifying as at first glance. “Seventh Sister, your hand has healed really quickly.” “Of course, it has.” Through cultivation, Qian Wanyu had directed several streams of spiritual energy to aid her hand, making it almost impossible for it not to heal swiftly, saving her the worry of Ninth Sister trembling to avoid causing pain while changing her bandages. Her Ninth Sister was more timid than a mouse. Qian Wanyu's attention turned sharply to Ding Ding, who was nibbling on spiritual herbs like they were snacks. “When did it wake up?” “Not long ago, it woke up while I was asleep.” “You fell asleep!” Qian Wanyu's voice inadvertently rose several decibels. Unaware of its weight, Dongfang Minghui chattered on while applying medicinal ointment, “Seventh Sister, I had a dream. I dreamed about the Dragon God, Ding Ding, and Ding Ding’s master. They seemed to have a battle over some agreement. And, Seventh Sister, guess what? I saw the Soul-Severing Mirror in my dream.” “You saw the Soul-Severing Mirror!” “Yeah.” Even she found it incredible how everything seemed interlinked in her dream. She animatedly described the Soul-Severing Mirror's dainty and elegant form. “Seventh Sister, wasn’t my dream fascinating? I even imagined the Soul-Severing Mirror as the most common kind seen in shops.” Qian Wanyu, the only one to have seen the ancient look of the Soul-Severing Mirror, instinctively felt the Water Thunder Whip at her waist, her expression complex as she gazed at Dongfang Minghui, her lips twitching as she asked an unrelated question, "In your dream, you must have had an identity; who were you, Ninth Sister?" "Hehe, Seventh Sister, you'd never guess. I turned into a dragon in my dream and seemed to be the sister of the Dragon God. He even entrusted me to take care of someone named Xuan Er if anything were to happen to him." Dongfang Minghui frowned slightly, recalling the words not too clearly, feeling as if it was a dying wish, "But the Dragon God was different from what I imagined. I thought he'd be graceful and charming in white robes, but he appeared quite rugged, looked like a brute. Still, his face was handsome with a roguish charm... But Ding Ding's master surprised me, with his silver hair flowing like an exiled immortal." Qian Wanyu couldn't concentrate on what she continued to say after that. She kept glancing at Ding Ding, asking, "Ding Ding, did you also have a dream?" Ding Ding sat bewildered, quickly finishing the spiritual herb it was nibbling on. "Yes, I dreamed about my master. He talked a lot with me." Although it didn't understand most of it, one sentence was clear. Master would return for it once he finished his task. Qian Wanyu's probing gaze occasionally fell on both of them, debating whether to let them get more sleep. "Seventh Sister, what are you looking at?" "Do you remember which side of the Soul-Severing Mirror that dragon held?" Dongfang Minghui thought carefully, "Seventh Sister, don't tease me. Weren't both sides the same? The only difference was the pattern of the openwork frame. If I must differentiate, perhaps the refracted light is different." Qian Wanyu now confirmed that Ninth Sister's nap wasn’t a mere dream but a real memory replayed, "So Ding Ding was struck by the light refraction of the Soul-Severing Mirror?" "Yes." "Mirror, break the mirror." Ding Ding disliked the topic upon hearing it had been bullied by a mirror and turned away with a pout, crossing its arms in displeasure. Dongfang Minghui rubbed her forehead, "Ding Ding, it was just a dream I had. In the dream, though bullied by the mirror, you eventually shattered it." She paused, realizing she never actually dreamed of the mirror shattering, wondering why such words slipped out. Alarmed, she turned to Qian Wanyu, "Seventh Sister, what does the Soul-Severing Mirror look like? Let me see." Qian Wanyu watched her intently, slowly responding, "The Soul-Severing Mirror appears ordinary. At first glance, it's just a common mirror, its sides indistinguishable—hard to tell which gathers spirits and which severs them." Dongfang Minghui looked at her in shock, "Then, that dream—" Qian Wanyu gently brushed the wind-tousled hair from her frightened face, "Ninth Sister, I'm here." It took her a while to collect herself, mustering the bravery to ask, "So, was the dream I just had real?" "Parts related to the Soul-Severing Mirror might be. As for the rest, you don't need to dwell on it." Earlier, Qian Wanyu suspected their sleepiness was due to the Soul-Severing Mirror. Never did she expect both Ninth Sister and Ding Ding’s bouts of drowsiness were truly linked. Could this mean the dragon girl from her dream was actually her? Yet, this notion was incredibly far-fetched. Qian Wanyu needed some time to think things through. Ding Ding, oblivious to it all, continued to whine unhappily. Yu Chi Shou awoke from his cultivation to sense the odd atmosphere but was relieved to see Ding Ding awake, "What's up with everyone?" Qian Wanyu, straightforward as always, stated, "At present, we have two options. One is to search the mountain road again to find the hidden path on the map, leading us to the dragon tribe's land. The second is to unlock the mystery of the Soul-Severing Mirror—perhaps that path will reveal itself; perhaps not. Personally, I lean towards the latter. How about you?" Before, she might have chosen the first option, but after learning from Ninth Sister the Soul-Severing Mirror belongs to the dragon tribe, she became more certain the map’s path wasn’t wrong. This mountain and the appearance of the Soul-Severing Mirror suggest the dragon tribe's land is near. "I choose the second option too." Dongfang Minghui moved around, cautiously avoiding the slippery ground as she paced. She wanted some activity to tire herself into sleep, hoping to revisit the dream and understand its implications. "Honestly, after putting all this effort into getting the Soul-Severing Mirror, to give up now wouldn’t sit right with me. I’m not one to back down easily, so I choose the second course as well." Yu Chi Shou still felt some guilt about Little Hui's sacrifice, despite initially dismissing it as insignificant. Its actions deeply affected him, leaving an indelible mark on his conscience. "But this mirror feels quite sinister; Qian Wanyu, can you use it?" Qian Wanyu candidly shook her head, "No." Yu Chi Shou’s bushy eyebrows twitched with regret over his hasty agreement to the second idea, "So we just wait around?" "Of course not." Qian Wanyu's gaze landed on Dongfang Minghui, who was muttering to herself, seemingly talking to something. Worried, Yu Chi Shou asked, "Could she not be quite right in the head after those Little Hui died?" He pointed at his temple for emphasis. Qian Wanyu shot him a sharp glare, "Only Ninth Sister might know how to use the Soul-Severing Mirror." "Her?" Yu Chi Shou's voice rose incredulously. "Mhm." "How?" ... Normally able to sleep on a whim, Qian Wanyu wished she could set up a bed in the space to drift off comfortably anytime. But now, as sleep evaded her, it left her mind restless. "Sigh." "Sigh." One large, one small—the two sighed in unison. The downtrodden look on Ding Ding's face amused Dongfang Minghui greatly, so she playfully pinched its cheek, "Ding Ding, why are you sighing?" With a forlorn expression, Ding Ding responded, "Ding Ding wants to sleep too. Sleeping means seeing my master." In reality, Ding Ding usually wouldn’t sleep anymore; it had already slumbered for a hundred years and was done with it. Recalling the master from its dream, with silver hair flowing and an aura of wisdom, Dongfang Minghui couldn’t quite make out the face clearly. "I want to sleep too." Perhaps sleeping would allow her to continue that dream. Qian Wanyu and Yu Chi Shou both opened an eye to observe the staring contest between the two dreamers before resuming their practice. --- "Lose soul." Abruptly, Dongfang Minghui was back in her dream, hearing that phrase as she scrutinized the Soul-Severing Mirror stationed mid-air, casting a pale green halo enveloping the Longevity Cauldron. She darted through the battlefield, realizing she couldn’t impact others but was easily disrupted by them. Above, the master of Ding Ding and the Dragon God could move mountains and dismantle cities with a mere gesture, risking her life at every turn. This was clearly not a dream, but if not, what was happening now? The Longevity Cauldron's previously vibrant glow faded, and the flowing pattern within the Longevity Vine froze, losing its luster. Dongfang Minghui swallowed hard, eager to seize the Soul-Severing Mirror and save Ding Ding, but her position seemed opposing it. Then, she saw the stunning woman retract the mirror, gripping it angrily at the Longevity Cauldron, "A mere little cauldron dares grandstand before us." Just as those words left her mouth, the Longevity Cauldron expanded greatly, growing to the size of a mountain and encompassing the fleeing dragon tribe members. Catching them unprepared, it took them all within. “Wow, Ding Ding, you’re serious about this?” Dongfang Minghui turned to flee. The stunning woman tossed the Soul-Severing Mirror into the air, aligning its other side with Ding Ding. Mirror and cauldron clashed fiercely—Ding Ding's sheer strength, impressive for a cauldron, eventually caused the mirror to crack. Meanwhile, the Longevity Cauldron shrank with each collision, its energy seemingly depleted. Suddenly, the beautiful woman transformed mid-air into a massive silver dragon. Dongfang Minghui felt dwarfed, the silver dragon's size at least thrice hers, so she quietly became part of the backdrop, minimizing her presence. She watched as the silver dragon collided with Ding Ding, a lash of its tail flipping the cauldron over. Dragons encapsulated by the Longevity Cauldron tumbled out, flipping midair and flying speedily toward the dragon tribe’s land. After the repeated thrashing from the silver dragon, Ding Ding visibly shrank, and with a sweep of the dragon’s tail, it was flung into the distance, dwindling into nothing more than a black dot, and soon disappeared. When the silver dragon retrieved the Soul-Severing Mirror, the mirror suddenly shattered into two jagged halves. Dongfang Minghui hunched her shoulders in realization; Ding Ding actually did break the Soul-Severing Mirror... "Dragon Queen, something terrible has happened, an enemy has breached our perimeter." --- Dongfang Minghui snapped awake, startled out of her dream. She raised her head to find three pairs of eyes staring intently at her, making her feel like a prize exhibit in a zoo. Ding Ding tugged at her long hair, "Little Nine, you called for Ding Ding just now." Qian Wanyu gave her an encouraging nod. Yu Chi Shou looked at her in confusion, having no inkling of what Qian Wanyu’s intentions were. "I dreamed of Ding Ding...getting swatted away by the Dragon Queen's tail." Dongfang Minghui glanced at Ding Ding, who looked thoughtful rather than upset, so she continued, "Ding Ding used its strength to shatter the Soul-Severing Mirror into two." At the mention of the mirror, Ding Ding pouted and retorted, "Little Nine, but I didn't crash into it." Dongfang Minghui wasn't sure what to say, so she simply patted its puffed-up cheek, "That was in my dream. I hoped Ding Ding would be brave and strong enough to shatter that annoying mirror." Ding Ding, imitating a grown-up, nodded solemnly, "Ding Ding is very brave." "Seventh Sister, perhaps I should go back to sleep for a while?" Qian Wanyu shook her head, "How much did you see of the mirror's use?" "Lose soul. The Dragon Queen used that move on Ding Ding. I saw a pale blue light reflected from the mirror, and it seemed Ding Ding was affected by the mirror, resulting in its current state." "Do you remember what Xiu Qi said when he first encountered Ding Ding?" "Of course I remember." Prompted by her Seventh Sister’s hint, Dongfang Minghui was struck with alarm, "Se-Seventh Sister, does that mean Xiu Qi is actually a hundred years old?" Indeed, when calculated, he’s over a century old. Qian Wanyu felt resigned; her real aim was to remind her Ninth Sister, “Ding Ding’s lost memories might be connected to the Soul-Severing Mirror.” "Yes." What Dongfang Minghui pondered, however, was if Xiu Qi was aware of Ding Ding’s name from a century ago, his cultivation level could have reached the Spirit Emperor realm. If he ever decided to reclaim the Pig Immortal Grass, she wouldn’t even have the authority to stop him. What should she do then? "Ninth Sister?" Seeing her lost in thought again, Qian Wanyu called out promptly, "What are you pondering?" She shook her head rapidly, "Seventh Sister, you just said Ding Ding’s memories are linked to the Soul-Severing Mirror. You intend to—" "Help it recover them."