The Precious Mirror immediately began trembling and turned a blood-red color.
Hongjun smiled and said, "Look, even the Three Friends don't trust me now."
Taiqing said nothing more, simply focusing on sensing the changes in the Precious Mirror. After a moment, he slowly nodded.
Taiqing spoke softly, "This mirror is trustworthy. The chime of the Great Dao... What are your regrets, dear Daoist?"
The spirit in the coffin remained silent for a long while, though "a long while" was only relative.
