What Kind of Trash Is This?

On an unnamed mountain peak in Nanyan City, the Prefecture Garrison Commander suddenly stopped moving and retreated a few steps. The clear light around him shone brighter than ever, as though purifying something.

At the same time, he raised his left hand and brushed a pendant hanging against his chest.

Throughout this, the Sin Lord made no move to disturb him. He merely rubbed the dark green object in his hand.

"Phantom Mysterious Mirror."

Both sides were deeply wary of each other. Strangely, though, they only stood facing off and did not resume fighting.

The Prefecture Garrison Commander looked around, his gaze landing on the Sin Lord and the Phantom Mysterious Mirror. Curious, he said:

"You're very odd. And so is that mirror."

After speaking, his eyes shifted slightly, and a trace of amusement entered his voice.

"Now I'm even more curious about your origins."

"Oh?" The Sin Lord did not move. His voice remained calm.

"What have you discovered? Let's hear it."

The Prefecture Garrison Commander straightened his back, withdrew his gaze, and ventured a guess.

"You... You seem to be deliberately suppressing something."

He paused, carefully considering how to describe it.

"It's like... like a giant struggling to breathe inside a tiny house."

The Prefecture Garrison Commander recalled his fight with the Sin Lord. He had always felt that this mysterious opponent possessed greater strength than he did, yet seemed constrained by something and unable to bring his full power to bear.

Could he be some ancient monster who had survived from the distant past?

After hearing this, the Sin Lord gave a silent laugh. He neither confirmed nor denied the Prefecture Garrison Commander's guess. Instead, he pointed at the mirror in his hand and asked in return:

"What about it? What's so strange about it?"

The Prefecture