No, no, the image in there seemed wrong. There were three heads just now—myself, Wang Jue, and Hou Dayong—all reflected. Now there was only one head, and it was a woman's. Did the compass react because I shed my blood?

I leaned closer for a better look. Unbelievable! Tears welled up without conscious thought, blurring my vision. The figure in the mirror was none other than my mother, whom I hadn't seen in years.

"Mom..." I cried out involuntarily, and a single tear fell onto the bronze mirror, spreading out like a ripple across its surface. The image immediately blurred, the figure replaced by a deep well.

"Where is this? Why is Mom's image gone? Why did it vanish?" I grabbed Hou Dayong frantically, shaking him.

"That is where your mother is," Hou Dayong stated calmly. Wang Jue watched from the side, silent. It seemed I was the most unsettled person present.

"Is my mother still alive? Where is she now? Is she alright?" I fired off questions like an interrogation, desperate to fly to her side immediately.

"Xiao Yu, look quickly, that's your older sister." Wang Jue stared at the mirror, gripping my shoulder, trying to bring me back to some semblance of reason.

I turned back, and sure enough, it was my elder sister. Her hair was an explosion of curls, she wore a sundress—the same Hawaiian-style one she wore during her last visit to the hospital. A few seconds later, the image vanished again, replaced by a scene of volcanic lava, the molten rock bubbling sluggishly, looking perilously hot.

"This is where my sister is? How could she possibly be inside a volcano? She's still alive, right?" I grew even more agitated, barely able to control myself, wildly shaking both of Hou Dayong's arms. If Hou Dayong had answered that my sister was dead, I would have choked him right there.

"She is still alive. The compass can only show living relatives," Hou Dayong said, momentarily stunned. "Your sister is at Silent Mountain."

"Where is Silent Mountain? Didn't you say she was here? What do you mean it only shows living relatives? I just saw my mom, does that mean my mom is still alive? Let's go find her, and my sister too." I was somewhat lost, aware of the whereabouts of both my mother and sister, completely unsure who I should seek out first.

Noticing my extreme distress, Hou Dayong gripped my shoulders, steadied himself, and said, "Don't rush. Let's go find your sister first. Silent Mountain is in the Four Continents, not too far from Xiang City. Once we find your sister, then we look for your mother." He tactfully ignored his earlier assertion about where my sister was.

Hearing this, I regained a shred of rationality. Hou Dayong was Li Xiaohao's companion; he needed to track down Li Xiaoshu right now. He wouldn't abandon his primary mission to help me with something that had nothing to do with him.

"Do you know where that well is?" Wang Jue asked solicitously.

Hou Dayong shook his head. "Every mountain has its own characteristics. A volcano with lava like that is rare, so it's easy to pinpoint. But wells? There are far too many. Many rural homes have wells; unless you're familiar with them, finding a specific one is impossible."

I sank onto the ground. It was a result mixed with both joy and sorrow. The joy was knowing my sister's location and confirming my mother was still alive; the sorrow was that my sister wasn't here, and finding my mother based solely on a water well was like searching for a needle in the ocean.