The young man's light voice echoed in the camp, amidst a deathly silence.
Everyone stood frozen, blankly staring at the cracked Treasure Mirror on the ground,
The broken mirror surface faintly reflected a face, still not entirely clear, but the true name was already visible on it.
The Divine Sect's Grandmaster quietly wiped his eyes and looked again.
Yes, it was indeed the three big characters Zhang Fusheng.
Some cultists cautiously, quietly moved their feet outward, while the old fisherman stared blankly at the mirror.
And the old boatman standing in front of the young man?
He was frozen in place, sweat dripping like beans, his smile stiffened, not daring to move a muscle.
In the silence and stillness.
The Divine Sect's Grandmaster moved.
He silently stepped forward and stomped the mirror into pieces, then acted nonchalantly, laughing:
"Disperse, disperse, everyone disperse, the inspection is over, nothing was found, haha, hahaha..."
