"Do you know what this pavilion we are in is called?"
Before the class resumed, the teacher threw out this question, and the young scholarship student sighed deeply in his heart—how would he know this? He then honestly shook his head:
"I don't know."
"This pavilion is called 'Mirror Pavilion'. The mirror of a mirror."
Zheng Qing's gaze involuntarily fell on the large floor mirror in the center of the pavilion.
"That's right, it's because of it." The teacher raised his hand to support the Roman column next to the floor mirror, and Zheng Qing noticed that the devil with goat horns and bat wings under the column seemed to quietly lift its wings to cover its head.
He couldn't help but chuckle.
The teacher also smiled a bit: "...Although the pavilion is named after the mirror, the mirror itself has no name. Strictly speaking, it is also called 'Anonymous'. As more people know about it, they refer to it as 'the mirror in the pavilion' or 'the mirror of the Mirror Pavilion.'"
