Being Helpless In Shen Xian's Game 

"Not everyone can awaken the true power of the mirror. Even the esteemed deities of the Tuzi Clan have found themselves powerless before it; none of their ancestors have succeeded in earning its recognition—save for one, the original Goddess and the forebear of the Tuzi bloodline. She alone harnessed the essence of this mirror." As these words echoed, Run Chu narrowed her delicate phoenix eyes, fixing her gaze on Shenlian Yingyue with a hint of skepticism.

Shi Ji's watchful eyes lingered on her as well.

"It seems unlikely that I am the Goddess you speak of. Plus, I do not belong to the Tuzi Clan," Shenlian Yingyue replied, a calm conviction in her voice that left a few of the gathered individuals momentarily speechless, their suspicions fading.

Her demeanor gave no indication of deceit.

"Demon King Shi, could you give us a moment?" Run Chu directed her request at the unmoving figure of Shi Ji.