The night at Mirror Lake outside the Xuan'an Bureau was as black as ink, with a few fishing lights flickering on the surface like stars fallen onto black silk.
Pi Yanlin’s cloth shoes crunched over the dew-slicked bluestone path, the chilling aura of the Underworld still lingering at the back of his neck. They had just joined forces with Black Impermanence to tear down an evil cultivator’s altar beside the Blood Pool; the power, which belonged to no earthly realm, had scorched his fingertips against the bronze vessel. Yet, at this moment, a new lead had suddenly surfaced.
"Qinghuan." He paused, his gaze sweeping over the willow branches drooping by the lake.
Chapter 177