Staring into the mirror, Yang Xiao's mind drifted into a haze, his thoughts began to uncontrollably flash through disjointed scenes—a void in which there were dozens, even hundreds of mirrors of different sizes and shapes, all positioned and oriented in completely different ways.
But in just a fraction of a second, Yang Xiao's mental energy was drained. He staggered unnaturally, nearly falling to the ground.
The scenes in his mind gradually faded, while at that moment, the large mirror on the bedroom wall emitted a strange glow, signaling it was time to leave.
"Li Qingxuan, let's go," Yang Xiao said, struggling to move. At this moment, his steps were floating, as if he were stepping on cotton.
Li Qingxuan turned around, saw that Yang Xiao was not in good shape, and hurried over to help him, exclaiming in surprise, "Teacher Yang, are you injured?"
Yang Xiao waved his hand, merely urging, "Go, let's hurry!"