The scene suddenly disappeared, leaving the teenager dumbfounded for two seconds.
He then anxiously searched around, desperately trying to find the connected image among thousands of mirrors, wanting to know what happened afterward.
"So... this is how you died..."
A familiar voice softly sounded behind him, carrying a hint of choking, as if the voice's owner was stimulated by something, enduring immense inner pain, causing their voice to tremble.
This voice was different from those in the mirrors; it was real, in the tangible world.
The teenager's vague figure froze, his dark red eyes slightly widened, then he slowly turned around.
Behind him stood someone gazing hollowly at the place where the image vanished.
That gaze seemed like it had discovered an unbearable truth.
"...Brother Mu Han."
Mu Han looked at the teenager, tears immediately flooding his face.
This call of Brother Mu Han, he hadn't heard it for a very, very long time.
