C510 Minor Years

Just as Zhang Xiaojian was looking around in depression, he heard someone talking to him. It was the Ancient Mirror's soul.

"Don't look for it, because when he got it, I knew it was just a fragment of a book. If he had collected it all, he would have started cultivating already and you would have killed him so easily." The Ancient Mirror's soul said.

Zhang Xiaojian rubbed his nose