The depths of the mist shrouded in darkness.
The dim oil lamp gradually lit up, dispelling the darkness, revealing a figure holding an oil lamp.
Lu Li lowered his gaze, focusing on the left hand holding the oil lamp, and raised it in confusion—then lifted the empty right hand.
Stepping forward with the right leg, the left leg indeed moved forward, and the disoriented Lu Li stumbled uncontrollably, falling to the ground before he stretched out to support himself, releasing the oil lamp which rolled away and collided with a nearby ceiling fan.
Familiar with the discomfort of reversed perception, Lu Li moved slowly to the ceiling fan, like a patient recovering from a serious illness, to pick up the oil lamp.
The dusty metal ceiling fan no longer shimmered, and holding the squeaky, swaying oil lamp, Lu Li raised it high.
The dim light spread outward, revealing more hidden things in the darkness.
