The antique mirror glowed again, and the word changed: [Yes.]
"Hahaha! Stop kidding me, how could a mirror marry a wife?" Bai Hanyun laughed, and then suddenly froze.
After a long silence, she covered her chest, pointed at the antique mirror, and angrily exclaimed, "So you are a male mirror?! Y–you saw me when I was changing clothes and taking a shower! Pervert! Shameless!"
Her words echoed in the tent as Feng Xiyan glared at the antique mirror. But before he could do anything, his bronze mirror suddenly shot forward at extreme speed and slammed into the antique mirror.
Bang!
Watching as Feng Xiyan's bronze mirror repeatedly smacked the antique mirror, Bai Hanyun and Feng Xiyan exchanged glances in confusion.
Tilting her head slightly, Bai Hanyun muttered, "Why does this scene look strangely familiar?"
She pondered for a moment, then suddenly exclaimed, "Ah, I know! This looks like an angry wife catching her husband messing around with his mistress!"