Zheng Qing raced through the maze of mirrors.
At the same moment he discovered that the "Zheng Qing" in the mirror could draw talismans, he heard that crisp laughter again. It was very close, as if it were behind the next mirror.
The young wizard immediately abandoned all his cleverly conceived ideas and charged ahead using the crudest, simplest method.
Chase, even if the mirrors were filled with illusions.
Chase, that voice made his heart brighten.
Crash through! No need to keep looking around!
Zheng Qing closed his eyes, fixed the direction of that laughter in his mind, and ran forward as fast as he could. Silence reigned all around. The mirror "Zheng Qings," who had been clamoring noisily moments ago, seemed to have lost their voices in an instant, able only to stare unblinkingly at the running figure.
The crisp laughter came more and more frequently.
Zheng Qing seemed to be separated from it by only a single mirror, yet it was like a Heavenly Chasm lay between them. He could never catch even the hem of its clothes. And the farther he ran, the more vacant the mirror "Zheng Qings'" expressions became, while the light around him grew dimmer.
It was like sinking into the depths of the sea, or descending into the earth's core, running into the darkest abyss.
The surroundings had fallen utterly silent.
Apart from Zheng Qing's increasingly labored breathing, he could hear only that occasional crisp laughter. In his daze, Zheng Qing vaguely heard his own heartbeat—at the most violent instant of that beating, the crisp laughter vanished and became a sentence:
"Don't look back!"
"No matter what you hear, don't look back!"
The voice was urgent. Judging by its tone, it belonged to a little girl. Mixed into that crisp laughter, it carried