Ji Li was a Vice Dean recognized by Tiannan Academy. His "violation" had to be disciplined by at least two department-head-level figures.
In truth, this so-called "discipline" was nothing special.
Two unfamiliar people suddenly appeared and placed their hands on Ji Li and Zhu Xiaoning's shoulders, followed by a dazed sensation as their souls were struck.
They were not allowed to see the route to the Reflection Room.
The dazed sensation lasted only an instant. Zhu Xiaoning had barely closed her eyes when she noticed that her surroundings had turned unnaturally cold and unsettling.
She cautiously opened her eyes and saw a scene she would never forget.
It was a vast space with nothing but whitewashed walls—white walls, white floors, white ceiling—monotonous and chilly, desolate and silent.
Square load-bearing walls divided the space into countless small sections, or perhaps they could be called "rooms."
Looking down one side, a straight passage stretched out of sight, filled only with dim gloom.
From the rooms separated by white walls on either side of the passage came intermittent, teeth-grindingly strange noises.
It sounded like countless hands scraping the walls with their fingernails at once, accompanied by the eerie sound of flakes of plaster constantly falling.
Though there was no wind here, it was even colder than outside, carrying an invasive chill that seemed to bore into the marrow.
Zhu Xiaoning shivered and turned to look at Ji Li, only to find that he had opened his eyes before her and already turned around.
She turned as well and found a white wall behind them, with two words painted on it in bright red: "Reflection."
"This is the Reflection Room."
After softly murmuring that, Zhu Xiaoning began looking around. Gradually, she realized something was wrong.
The Reflection Room was clearly incomparably vast. Standing before