Just like the shadow from his memories, years had passed and it remained unchanged.
Chu Zihang’s body trembled slightly, whether from fear, excitement, or some deeply complex emotion. He stared fixedly at the "old acquaintance" in the mirror, as if trying to brand that figure deep into his mind.
The world inside the mirror was battered by wind, rain, and churning thunder, yet bizarrely, not a single sound could be heard, like a performance in a silent play... And yet that aura of death was so intense and real that it seemed to burn straight through the glass and scorch the skin on Chu Zihang’s face.
Chapter 949