Zheng Qing dashed through the labyrinth of mirrors.
At the same moment he discovered that the 'Zheng Qing' in the mirror could paint talismans, he heard that crisp laughter again. The sound seemed very close, as if it was right behind the next mirror.
The young wizard immediately abandoned all ingenious plans and resorted to the most brutal and simplest method, charging straight ahead.
Chase, even if the mirror is filled with illusions.
Chase, for that voice brightens one's heart.
Crash! No need to look around anymore!
Zheng Qing closed his eyes, grasping the direction from which the laughter came in his mind, and ran forward as fast as he could. Silence reigned all around, as if the 'Zheng Qing's in the mirrors had suddenly lost their ability to speak in an instant, only staring intently at the swiftly running figure.
The crisp laughter became more frequent.
