CLANG—CLANG—
With a crisp ringing, a Copper Mirror engraved with eight demonic runes and talismans hovered high above Yue Rong's head. It cast down streams of light, blocking two sharp, cunningly aimed streams of Sword Qi.
"You've hidden yourselves quite well. With that Illusionary Body Concealment Technique alone, you have every right to be proud in the Outer Mansion."
Staring coldly at a spot before him, Yue Rong spoke with a sneer.
"To receive such praise from Brother Yue, we two brothers should be content." A sinister chuckle suddenly rang out.
Before the words had even faded, the hard ground where Yue Rong was looking rippled like the surface of water, transforming into a deep, ink-black pool.
Two nearly identical tall, thin figures silently and slowly rose from that "deep pool."
