"You've been watching for quite a while now, Atest. Do you have any opinions?" The Witch King in the mirror bit down on a bone-carved pipe emitting delicate, curling smoke, his brows knitted tightly as he gazed at Karu, the dual-ranked Duke.
The situation was bizarre to an extreme. It was as if the mirror had vanished, and the Witch King and the Six-winged Heavenly King had materialized on the wall out of thin air.
Liu Zhenhuan, while helping the Mermaid Wei Zhi comb her hair, comforted her, saying that before he ventured into the sea, he would definitely ensure her safety and would never let her risk her life recklessly.
Wei Zhi had been sitting on the bed, but in that instant, she was intercepted by Liu Zhenhuan, who used his burly frame to block the mirror's view, then moved her away with a swift gesture, turning her back to the mirror as he began tidying her hair.
