Xu Ping'an stared blankly at the shattered pieces of the Heaven Peering Mirror in his hand.
Could this valley have a connection with his past life?
When he died that year, the Heaven Peering Mirror disappeared as well.
He never imagined that five hundred years later, he would see it again.
Li Qingyi looked at Xu Ping'an, who was lost in thought, filled with confusion.
For some reason, she felt Xu Ping'an's silhouette carried an inexplicable sadness, as if he had experienced endless vicissitudes.
She didn't understand why such a young man would have such a despondent aura.
Xu Ping'an paid her no mind, putting away the fragments of the Heaven Peering Mirror before turning his attention to a nearby letter.
