Xuan stood in front of the dark cave, confronting the big red eyes. A fragment of his former self stood at the right in front of him, holding the same walking sticks.
There was no denial, that was definitely Xuan. He had thought deeply on the words of the dragon.
Dragons are prideful beasts; if Xuan can't tame himself, the dragon would never accept him. And this was the first time Xuan's past self began the taunting words.
In other words, getting past the shadow of his former self must be the dragon's first trial.
"Father could have never been more proud of us," Xuan's counterfeit said, stretching his hand.
However, Xuan closed his eyes instead and sighed. Taking a bold step forward, he walked through his counterfeit as if it was a hologram.
When he slightly turned his head to look behind him, the counterfeit had disappeared. Xuan believed he had completed that.
But there was only one way to be certain of it—walking into the cave and not getting slammed out.
