In the Yinglong Hall, a stone stele stands tall.
The smooth surface of the towering walls mirrored everything, showing the smallest details with perfect clarity. There were no words, nor pictures.
For those who are not predestined, entering Yinglong Hall will simply afford them a glimpse of themselves in the mirror, but only those individuals possessing the Yinglong fate can perceive the information carried by the nameless stele. This cannot be communicated or replicated.
Of course, the above two scenarios assume decency; for those thick-skinned enough to force a connection, it's a different story.
Lu Bei marveled at the neatly arranged wordless steles. The girl wa reflected so beautifully in the mirror.
Typical of her. When living as a man, her pretty face alone was enough to live comfortably off the wealth of a princess. Now as a woman, the princess herself seemed common in comparison.
