"Yu Longting, I think I can find you." I closed my eyes, placed my palm on the mirror, and felt the ripple on the surface.
The mirror was made from the eyes of the White Immortal, its Spiritual Power vibrations were quite akin to mine, sharing a common origin.
Unlike the mysterious power of the Snake Tribe, where the source of their strength cannot be discerned or what kind of Art they are capable of performing.
With a gentle activation of some Spiritual Power, water ripples appeared at the point where my fingertips touched the mirror.
It was a resonance and consonance of Spiritual Power, something that when Qing Li and Yu Qingxiao attempted, did not react at all.
Is it you calling me? Yu Longting?
You also wish for me to go into Nether Pond to find you, right?
As I continued to probe with Spiritual Power, my fingers repeatedly created ripples on the mirror.
