"Invincibility?"
"Freedom?"
The closer he got to the entrance, the more stray thoughts flooded Zheng Xiu's mind. Greed, conflict, lust, hatred, desire—a torrent of frenzied emotions flickered in his eyes.
With every thought that arose, Zheng Xiu found himself irresistibly taking another step forward.
And with every step, a new stray thought sprouted in his mind.
Finally, Zheng Xiu stood before the "mirror surface." His ears were filled with an unintelligible, chittering gibberish—pure noise. Yet this noise was also like the sweet, decadent whispers of a beautiful woman, causing an intoxicated expression to spread across his face.
"MEOW!"
'I can't go any further!'
