There was no doubt that this was a woman's bedroom.
It should be a female cultivator's room.
Whether it was the floor or the bed made of precious ancient wood, they were all very helpful for cultivation.
However, after a long time, these precious materials had all lost their spirituality, and their surfaces were covered in a thick layer of dust.
In front of a dressing table not far from the bed, a voluptuous woman in a long dress could be seen staring blankly at the dusty oval mirror.
Su Mo looked through the mirror and found that her skin was soft and fair, but her eyes were like a net, densely packed and layered.
Under his gaze, the corners of the woman's mouth curled up slightly.
In the next second, her entire body and her clothes scattered like dust, turning into a pool of black mucus on the stool.
However, the reflection in the mirror did not disappear. Instead, it looked at him with deep affection, and its eyes were filled with deep nostalgia.
