The Strange Creature before him clearly still wasn't used to speaking with his own voice, so after that spoken word of thanks, his strange "voice" once again appeared directly in Su Bai's mind.
His hollow eyes stared straight at Su Bai, as though he knew which of them-Su Bai or Feng Ling-was currently taking the lead.
Su Bai glanced at the blue flame swirling nearby. After its recent feast, the bloodlust in the air had thinned considerably. The blue flame burned more calmly than before, and the drain on Su Bai's power was diminishing as well.
Little Fire could devour corruption and naturally had some ability to distinguish malicious intent. Since the blue flame seemed so calm, it meant the Strange Creature before him was showing no hostility.
After a few seconds of consideration, Su Bai walked straight back to stand in front of the shattered mirror.
Unlike when it had handed over the round mirror earlier, the pale hand could now pass through the shards remaining along the mirror's edge, beckoning to Su Bai again and again. It should have been an unsettling sight, but Su Bai found something warm in the gesture, a gentleness reminiscent of Grandma White, who had always cared for the puzzle pieces.
When he approached, the pale hand didn't ask Su Bai to bend down as the Strange Creature had. Instead, it naturally extended itself for a handshake.
Su Bai took the hand without hesitation.
Perhaps Mr. Mirror now needed physical contact to communicate with others.
The hand reaching out of the mirror was cold and stiff, but shortly after Su Bai grasped it, an unfamiliar yet gentle voice appeared in his mind.
That had to be Jing's voice.
Although Su Bai didn't know what state Jing was in now, what Jing had said