The Players exchanged glances. Was this real or fake?
No one could be this relaxed in a Dungeon. If anyone could, they had to be connected to the Dungeon somehow. So none of the Players planned to approach.
Xu Huo headed toward the person in the pavilion.
At first, Wang Xiaohui remained unchanged. But when he stepped onto the stairs, her figure began to shrink, gradually changing from an adult into a child until she looked younger than ten.
Ten-year-old Wang Xiaohui was frail and uneasy. She looked frightened when she saw the person who had suddenly appeared before her, but she couldn't get down the stairs or maneuver her wheelchair away quickly.
Xu Huo sat down across from her and asked, "Wei Mang came in too. Didn't you notice him?"
Wang Xiaohui looked at him in confusion, not understanding what he meant.
"Almost everyone who came in earlier is dead," Xu Huo said. "I didn't find Wei Mang's body, so I don't know if he's still alive."
Wang Xiaohui kept looking at him, as though she hadn't noticed the people standing outside the pavilion.
The silence lasted only a few seconds before black spiritual energy surged around the pavilion. The Players waiting outside all disappeared. As the pavilion sank again and again within the Reflection World, Wang Xiaohui gradually grew older.
When she returned to her current appearance, the surrounding scenery had also changed. They were no longer in the pavilion but inside a Small Building. When a shadow peeled away from Wang Xiaohui, she stared at Xu Huo and the painted woman in surprise. She parted her lips as though to say something, but closed them again the next moment.
"Still not planning to leave?" Xu Huo asked again.
Wang Xiaohui was startled. "Why are you here?"
"Wei