The Darkness recedes, and a slight Sound of wind enters the ear. Qian Jiangyue opens his eyes and looks around, discovering that he stands in a room made of Mirrors. The four Walls, Ceiling, and Ground are all smooth Mirrors, as if in an infinitely overlapping extending space. He takes a step forward, and the figure in the Mirror follows suit, turning his head for a glance. There is a feeling that the image in the Mirror seems out of sync, but careful observation reveals nothing wrong.
"Mirror World... could it be Little Drilling Wind?"
Qian Jiangyue approaches the edge of the Mirror Wall, searching for an exit. He places his hands on the Mirror surface, then slowly walks toward the intersection of Walls. Throughout the search, his attention remains on the face in front of him, and whatever expression he makes, his Mirror image perfectly duplicates, leaving no trace of flaw. Soon, he checks the gaps at the intersection of the Walls and finds no obvious exit.
