This was an experience Yu Sheng had never had before—he felt himself being suddenly pulled into a visual space beyond imagination, where the entire world was repeatedly mapped and reorganized by broken mirrors from various angles, and even he seemed to lose his original form in this mirror world. He felt as if he was divided into pieces scattered all over the town by countless mirrors, but in a blink, all these chaotic lights and shadows silently collapsed into darkness.
The feeling of solid ground came back, and he rubbed his forehead, realizing he was standing in a strange space.
Surrounded by floating broken mirrors, he found himself standing on a flat pure white floor. Not far away, there was a round table and several chairs, and on that table was a set of exquisite tea ware, with a small kettle bubbling on the table.
