The moment Lin Xinghe stepped into the Sword Pagoda, it was as if the entire world had fallen silent.
All around her were mirror-smooth walls that reflected countless versions of her figure.
In every single mirror, she held a sharp sword, her Sword Intent varied, and her expression was starkly different—some were as cold and stern as frost, some were panicked and uneasy, some had vacant gazes, and others harbored deep regret and struggle within their eyes.
Chapter 208