Shattered mirrors flashed past his eyes at tremendous speed, each reflecting a savage face. Every person within those mirrors looked exactly like him.
His pupils involuntarily contracted. When he opened his eyes again and looked up, he saw the red-robed "Shi Qingyun" watching him with a smile.
An eerie smile rested on his face as he watched him, as though appraising an exceptional artifact or a rare treasure.
Shi Qingyun slowly stood up and surveyed his surroundings under the red figure's gaze.
Everything around them was pitch-black. Only the ground beneath their feet was lit, and even the divine light shining from the Taiji Dao Imprints in his eyes could reveal nothing farther away.
Then he slowly turned his head and carefully examined the red-robed man who looked exactly like him, studying him from head to toe.
Shi Qingyun had also come to understand what "he" was, and the worry in his heart immediately eased.
The instant their eyes met, a tremendous wave of air erupted between them.
"You finally came."
"Yes, I came."
The red-robed "Shi Qingyun" seemed somewhat surprised by this answer. Astonishment appeared on his face, as though he had never expected such a reply.
Shi Qingyun looked at the man before him with a somewhat complicated expression-the man who was exactly like him, or perhaps was him.
Silence abruptly settled over them. Only waves of air surged between the two, their white and red robes snapping in the fierce wind.
The red-robed "Shi Qingyun" watched Shi Qingyun as though something had occurred to him. His expression immediately turned savage, breaking the strange atmosphere between them.
He glared at him with fury in his eyes, the aura pouring from his body scouring the endless darkness around them.
"Then why did you exile me here? And why have