She was still clutching the copper mirror tightly in her hand, a very retro design that appeared somewhat worn.
Xuena stared warily at the girl standing by the edge of the pool, staggering through the thick, rich Blood Pool, retreating to the opposite side.
But as she carefully made her way to the other side and braced her hands on the edge of the pool to climb out, a figure of the girl emerged from the dark, viscous matter on the ground.
Xuena immediately let go and backed away, raising the copper mirror to face her.
Xu Shuo cocked his head, looking at the distorted features of the girl in the bronze mirror. It seemed nothing special, just an ancient mirror.
"What on earth do you want to do!" Xuena shouted, her voice fierce but with underlying fear.
"They need a sacrifice for the ritual. What do you think your identity is now?" Xu Shuo propped his chin and squatted beside the Blood Pool, glancing at the two colors of blood slowly blending together.