Gu Shen sheathed his blade and stood still.
He let out a long exhale of turbid air and gazed toward the far mountain wall.
Only two people left.
The blonde man stood before his "self"... the black snow as dense as tidal waves, nearly engulfing him, but he seemed indifferent, calmly watching everything unfold, unconcerned for his "companions."
It was evident he was just like the counterfeit version of himself. A "high-level existence" in this Mirror Dream.
"I am really... quite curious."
The black snow fluttered, this deadly silent ominous matter covering the earth.
The corpses lying on the mountain path, covered in black snow, appeared even more eerie.
But Gu Shen felt no oppression.
