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A few strands of Wan Xin Yue's hair had also been cut off by the violent wind. She quickly formed two hand seals and threw out a one-foot-long bronze mirror.

The copper mirror blossomed with illusory light. It became several zhang in size, and symbols began to flicker on its surface.

Mysterious Ancient Mirror! Unexpectedly, the Sect Master even brought it out! Li Xiu took a deep breath