Zhou Li slept in the Mirror Zone tonight.
It seemed he had just closed his eyes, yet it also felt as if he had been asleep for a while. A light appeared before Zhou Li, and he opened his eyes in another "world."
An uneven, yellow dirt road stretched before him, lined with dilapidated houses and worn streets. Heaps of horse and cow dung lay by the roadside, and the air was thick with a mixture of smells. Zhou Li turned his head to look around. Occasionally, pedestrians dressed in ragged clothes passed by; they were sallow, thin, and not very tall. This is clearly ancient times, he thought, but it's nothing like the beautiful scenes in costume dramas.
Judging by the style of clothing, perhaps this is the era of Huai Xu or Master Ming? The commoners' clothes aren't just hemp-colored; they also have shades of blue-green. That indicates it's the late Western Han Dynasty, more likely Huai Xu's era. But Master Ming also existed at this time.
Zhou Li continued to observe.
