“Oh?” Lin Ji’s heart stirred with surprise as he took a step forward.
He saw Qiu Ru Jun tilting her head, gazing silently at the stone wall.
Following her gaze, he saw a small mirror embedded alone in the stone wall, which seemed as ancient as eternity itself, its surface weathered by countless years.
The mirror’s surface was already broken into pieces, but within the remnants flickered a faint red flame, like a playful young girl blinking her eyes now and then.
Other than that, there was nothing particularly special.
Lin Ji was puzzled when suddenly he noticed several shadows appearing beneath his feet.
Some were slender and graceful, some were bent and stooped.
Some were sturdy and tall, some had round heads with thin feet.
Among them was one with short hair, and a light flickering between the eyes.
“This is…”
“True Bodies of the Seven Methods?!”
Lin Ji suddenly understood!
The last time he saw such a scene was in Blackstone City, where it was revealed to him by the Fire Spirit Elder.
“So that means…”
Lin Ji looked again at the small mirror embedded in the stone wall, then turned to Qiu Ru Jun, astonished. “So, Sect Leader Qiu is… a descendant of the Fire Spirit?!”