"What is this?" The tall, thin man's expression, earlier full of smugness, instantly changed.
If they couldn't tell that this was intentionally set up by someone, the three of them might as well have wasted all those years of cultivation.
The pale-faced man who hadn't spoken and had a green-colored headscarf wrapped around his head, dressed as a literati, flipped his hand to summon a copper Eight Trigrams Mirror.
He tossed that Eight Trigrams Mirror towards his head, and the mirror flashed with golden light, illuminating the scene within a two-meter radius.
Clearly, this was a decent magic artifact.
Being able to see their surroundings reassured the slightly chubby Taoist, and he spoke swiftly like before, "Brother Zhang's Treasured Eight Trigrams Mirror truly deserves to be a top-tier magic artifact. With Brother Zhang here, why should we fear those ghosts and goblins..."
