Zhang Jixian experienced a moment of trance.
What is a mirror? Why is it not a mirror?
Shen Yue did not hasten him, he knew some people were deliberately fabricating nonsense, but some genuinely did not understand.
Regarding the situation at that time, Zhang Jixian certainly still hadn't figured it out.
Zhang Jixian finally spoke again, "In my understanding, mirrors and water surfaces are similar, both serving the function of reflecting a person's visage."
Everyone remained silent, allowing Zhang Jixian to sort out his thoughts.
Zhang Jixian continued recalling, "Since Du Zijun kept saying the plague god would descend, I dared not delay. In those days when Talented Lady Lü was giving birth, I consistently meditated, maintaining my energy, spirit, and peak state of vitality."
Shen Yue nodded in approval.
