Having sensed no danger, Yan slowly reached out to touch it.
The instant his fingers brushed the object, all the rosy light vanished at once.
Startled by the change, he jerked his hand back and swiftly retreated.
But when he saw that nothing else happened, he cautiously stepped forward again and studied the object before him.
The moment he leaned in, he discovered that his reflection was mirrored in the object, startling him once more.
But he quickly realized that the figure within it was himself.
Just like a reflection in river water.
Only, compared to the blurred surface of the water, this object reflected his form with perfect clarity.
Even the fur on his body was clearly visible.
The object was roughly the size of two palms. One side was smooth enough to reflect his image.
The other side was densely covered in strange patterns.
He carefully cradled it in his palm and turned it over to inspect it.
Then he remembered that he was in a forbidden area, where danger could strike at any moment.
So he tucked the object into his clothes and carefully turned to leave.
After he was gone, Ling Qing stepped out from the shadows, flicked the fly whisk in his hand, and a faint smile curled his lips.
The object Yan had taken was the Myriad Treasures Mirror. Ling Qing had sealed away all of the Myriad Treasures Mirror's connections and sent it into Yan's hands as nothing more than a treasure.
Once Yan gradually comprehended the Myriad Treasures Mirror's functions, he should be able to forge powerful weapons and magical treasures to strengthen his tribe and race.
After obtaining the Myriad Treasures Mirror, Yan returned safely and smoothly to the tribe.
Just as he was furtively looking about, a girl about his