As Zhang Yan flew closer, his own appearance and the surrounding scenery were reflected in perfect detail on the surface.
He glanced at it and felt a strange familiarity. Isn't this similar to the green stone wall on Yingluo Island?
Just then, his reflection on the stone wall started to move. First, the muscles grew rough and hard, the features gradually became rugged, the cheeks thickened, and then it changed again. White hair slowly sprouted on the head, the skin became loose, covered with wrinkles and spots, then his figure gradually hunched, old and decayed, finally the skin fell away, and worms crawled all over, reducing it to a pile of hollow-eyed bones.
