Dead silence.

The top of the altar was instantly shrouded in silence. Lai Junchen stared blankly at Qin Ye with his lips trembling and his mouth agape. Three seconds later, he dashed straight for the edge of the altar. But before he could even make his way out, a sharp, long spear skewered his shoulder and lifted him right back to the Mythic Palace of Reflections.

“Please, Mr Lai. This is fate… Zhou Xing, the man whom you invited into the urn that fateful year, will be so relieved to see things come full circle like this…”

“No… No… NO!!!” Lai Junchen screamed frantically, “Don’t be like this! I don’t want to die!! Let me go… Put me--...”

Qin Ye forced his head straight into the mirror before he could even finish his plea for mercy. 

He muttered softly, “Unfortunately… you don’t have the right to be spared.”

SSS!!! A miserable shriek erupted from the top of the altar, and Lai Junchen’s body convulsed violently. Wisps of Yin energy were forcibly being extracted from his body and absorbed into the surface of the mirror. A split second later, his hideous face appeared on the massive surface of the mirror!

The talismanic writing appeared to be on the underside of the mirror, followed immediately by Lai Junchen and his terrified expression. He looked from side to side, rapping desperately on the mirror from the other side, almost as though he were yelling out something of great importance. Unfortunately, nobody could hear his silent cries.

Elsewhere in the outer city. The cavalrymen who were desperately...