After commenting on the soldiers, Gui Ying put on his mask that covered half of his face, then pulled up the hood of his robe. Once he was done concealing his face, Gui Ying formed a hand seal. A second later, purple smoke engulfed his body.
Having completed the concealment spell, Gui Ying slipped silently into Feng Xiyan's tent.
Hearing the sound of water from behind the room screen, Gui Ying's lips curved up slightly. Looking around the tent, he soon spotted a bronze mirror placed on top of the altar.
Walking toward the altar, he stood before it and examined the bronze mirror. The moment he noticed the intricate golden lines carved into its frame, Gui Ying's eyes lit up.
'This one really is my ancestral bronze mirror!'
Turning toward the room screen, Gui Ying waited a few seconds. After making sure Feng Xiyan hadn't sensed his aura, he reached for the bronze mirror.
The instant his fingertips touched its frame, the bronze mirror glowed brightly.
