He had successfully escaped, with no news from Xia Xian, who was presumably still fighting stubbornly. Luo Yingbai turned around to face a corridor lined with mirrors reflecting his image from various angles.
Luo Yingbai muttered to himself: “Oh, the difficulty has been upgraded.”
As he stepped forward, he heard a familiar voice call: “Yingbai.”
Luo Yingbai sighed, closing his eyes. He had been teasing those stupid flowers precisely to avoid seeing this, but he couldn’t escape.
As he closed his eyes, the mirror images paused. When he opened them again, the scene continued.
His reflection showed him sitting in a room with red wooden bookshelves, sleeping with a book over his face. A girl in a blue dress ran in, calling “Yingbai”. He removed the book, looking delighted, and stood up as she pointed to a high shelf, asking him to retrieve a book.
Luo Yingbai nodded and turned to reach up, but the girl suddenly pulled out a long knife and stabbed him through the back, pinning him to the bookshelf.
Multiple mirrors played this scene from different angles. Luo Yingbai took a breath, feeling the old wounds hurt from being stabbed multiple times.
Indeed, what he feared most was betrayal – and this path was still long, with this being just the first step.
Before him, those flowers twisted and turned, and they actually transformed one by one into Luo Yingbai’s appearance, with various age groups and different clothing styles.
Xia Xianning tightened his fist behind his back, then expressionlessly passed through a group of “senior brothers” and continued forward, looking straight ahead with uninterrupted steps.
Although the flower spirits were not beaten by him, they did not dare to block his path. The long-carried smell of various magical artifacts on Xia Xianning made these demons feel uncomfortable.
They tried to release white mist, and amidst the lingering flower fragrance, a “Luo Yingbai” quietly climbed onto his shoulder and whispered: “Don’t you like him?”
Xia Xianning paused and answered: “I like him.”
The flower spirit shook his shoulder: “Then turn back, just look back at me… My appearance is the same as his.”
Xia Xianning suddenly let out a cold laugh. Perhaps because he usually looked cold as frost, even just a cold laugh appeared extraordinarily stunning on his face.
