At 5:45 a.m. the following day, the morning mist had yet to disperse over Mirror Lake.
Pi Yanlin, wrapped in the thick quilt Gu Qinghuan had forced upon him, lounged on the blue stone slabs of the central pier, a half-eaten, charred flatbread still resting against his left foot. He gazed at Mirror City, which loomed faintly in the mist, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the corner of the quilt. He had spent half the night tossing and turning on a pile of straw in a dilapidated temple, the roar of the "Debate of Laws, Phase Four" still echoing in his mind from the System prompt.
"You’ll tear a hole in that quilt if you keep rubbing it." Gu Qinghuan’s voice came from behind him.
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