Upon hearing the voice, Situ Zhen's body suddenly trembled, swiftly spun around, tossed the black cloth bag aside, flashed onto the steps, picked up the discarded plaque, and flipped it to the dazzling bronze mirror side, revealing what appeared to be a layer of dust.
In reality, it wasn't dust, but a hazy shadow.
It wasn't Situ Zhen's reflection in the mirror, but rather a shadow that already existed within the mirror—a vague, grayish-black human shape, with only an outline, lacking any distinct features, resembling a disheveled shadow.
Upon seeing this, Situ Zhen hurriedly uncovered her hood, removed her veil, revealing her face, and respectfully chanted a spell to lift the bronze mirror. She knelt down, bowing her head in reverence, speaking with both joy and reverence, "Servant pays respects to the Master."
