Green smoke rose from the bronze incense burner, and Lu Jiuxiao knelt on the cold floor tiles of Murong Ancestral Hall. The bright red wedding dress made the sword marks on his neck even more dazzling. A sneer came from outside the hall: "Is a loser who failed to build a foundation worthy of marrying Senior Sister Qingxue?"
He held the ancient mirror in his sleeve that suddenly became hot, and the memory fragments from last night's time travel surged - the modern laboratory exploded, and the bronze mirror entrusted to him by the mysterious old man before his death emitted a strong light. Text suddenly appeared on the mirror: [Xuanyin Sword Qi detected, do you want to analyze it? Lifespan consumed: three years]
