The copper mirror was covered with thick dust, and the Kuilong patterns carved at the edges of the frame had long since blurred, their age indeterminate.
Chen Sansi habitually glanced around and found this time, there were no hints for him on how to clear the level.
He directed his gaze toward the copper mirror.
At that moment.
Like a stone cast into a deep pool, circles of turbid ripples silently spread out.
At the center of the ripples, Chen Sansi's somewhat disheveled figure was reflected.
The appearance of one's own reflection was not unusual — until in the mirror, his reflection suddenly lifted its eyes to look out.
Chen Sansi's spirit heightened; he raised his long spear and stepped back slightly.
Right after.
The reflection unexpectedly began to slowly step out from the mirror.
