The Mirror Spirit quickly lowered itself and said, "Please instruct me, master."
Zhang Yan flicked open his robe sleeves, sending out a gust of Gang Wind. Suddenly, Spirit Light scattered, a dazzling display of colors. In an instant, dozens of Dharma Treasures and Magic Artifacts floated in mid-air, drifting up and down. If any sect disciples were present, they would surely be dazzled by the sight.
