The Red King's smirking face appeared in the mirror.
The Red King's laughter came from outside the door.
Feng Bei glanced from the mirror to the door, dumbfounded.
The next second, the "Red King" on the mirror's surface glowed with a faint red light. An illusory radiance coalesced above the mirror, reconstructing a strikingly lifelike face.
"Hello, hello, hello? Can you hear me?"
The voice came from outside first.
Then, the "face" in the mirror spoke, a beat behind.
Zheng Xiu stood outside the door. After he spoke, he heard the voice echo back from inside.
There was a slight difference between the two.
"There's a bit of 'lag'."
The "image" stroked its chin in frustration, muttering to itself, 'To have gotten this far is already pretty good.'
Feng Bei held the mirror, while Little Feng Miao perched on her head, eyes wide, watching the miraculous scene. After a moment, Feng Bei, awestruck by Zheng Xiu's Magic, asked the image, "How did you do this?"
