"Senior, in that case... we don't need to worry about those lights?"
Chu Ju asked. The blue-clad girl nodded.
"Of course—not when their goal is to trap us. We only need to focus on 'cracking' their little trick."
"They're the ones who should be anxious."
The blue-clad girl spoke calmly, and Chu Ju grew curious.
"What exactly is this trick?"
"Mirrors—and mirrors with worlds hidden inside them. But even knowing that, we'll still have to take a detour," the blue-clad girl said, folding her arms across her chest. "After all, once these mirrors are linked together, you won't be able to tell which ones are mirrors and which ones aren't. And the only route to the exit may well be hidden inside the mirrored space..."
The Young Lord spoke up. "If they're mirrors... why don't we just smash them?"
The blue-clad girl laughed. "You really are a genius, Qu Ling. All mirrors can be smashed, right?"
She looked beyond the Central Army Tent. A fountain pen appeared in her hand, and with a slight wave, it temporarily parted the hazy mist.
For a brief moment, she created a "vacuum zone" six or seven meters long, clearing the water vapor from their line of sight.
"Right in front of us, in that restricted area, there should be a mirror. Do you want to try smashing it?"
The blue-clad girl spoke, and the Young Lord froze.
Because there didn't seem to be any "mirror" there.
Instead, the Young Lord could still see a formation of Xia Jin soldiers.
But... the Young Lord didn't think the blue-clad girl was lying to him.
After pondering for a few seconds, he spoke to the soldier beside the Central Army Tent.
"Give me your sword."
The soldier asked no questions. He unfastened his sword and handed