"How is it?"
"It should have started. I can hardly imagine that Ghost King would let those two go after failing to find us."
"However, without the Copper Mirror, that Ghost King suffered a backlash, and its power has also been weakened. They might be able to resist for a while longer, giving us some time."
Lu Zheng and Yan Hongxia had already arrived on the official road, swiftly moving under the cover of night.
As Lu Zheng walked, he played with the Copper Mirror he had snatched from the Ghost King.
This Copper Mirror was roughly eight inches in diameter, oval-shaped, with an oval mirror in the center, smooth as if washed, surrounded by copper patterns with carvings of natural phenomena like wind, clouds, thunder, and rain.
Flipping it over, on the back was a "Hundred Ghosts Pilgrimage Painting," with Yakshas, Asuras, Evil Ghosts, Zombies, and so on. At the center of the image was a skeletal figure cloaked with a cape.
"Tut-tut, just looking at it, it's not a good thing."
