Li Li rubbed the jade pendant at her waist with her fingertips. She listened to the clamor in the tavern while her gaze remained locked on the trembling figure of Liu Qing in the Tongguang Mirror.
The person in the mirror was a far cry from the Liu Qing she knew; her senior sister would never wear such an expression, no matter the circumstances. Could it be that she had anticipated her identity being exposed and left a puppet behind to stall for time? Li Li frowned as she watched the dozen sect leaders in the mirror. If it were a puppet, there was no reason the other sects wouldn't have noticed.
Liu Qing’s former arrogance had been ground into dust by fear. She cowered behind Lou Fengyin, her fingers gripping the hem of his Daoist robe as she revealed half a face as pale as parchment. This display of pitiful frailty made Li Li feel a wave of disgust.
Chapter 83