He even smelled a faint trace of "Fire Qi" on Song Changsheng. He had often smelled this kind of Fire Qi on his former master; it was an aura unique to Artifact Refiners.
Wujie was flabbergasted. 'What kind of monster is this man? Does he have limitless energy?'
"I think Uncle has discovered you," Song Qingxing said softly, ignoring Wujie's shock.
"Impossible! After I conceal my aura, not even a Purple Mansion Cultivator could hope to discover me. How could he possibly have noticed my existence?" Wujie immediately retorted loudly.
"Just a hunch." Song Qingxing knew Wujie wasn't bragging. The Bronze Mirror possessed a strange power that made people overlook its existence. All this time, neither the powerful Grand Elder nor Song Qingxi, who was with him day and night, had noticed the Bronze Mirror tucked at his waist.
