In a strange place, meeting "oneself" seemed to be a standard feature in many adventures.
Not to mention, many caves or tombs would set up such mechanisms or arrays to make Cultivators suspect everything.
Sometimes doubts would lead to irrational decisions.
But Song He was not afraid.
The true self is the essence; external things are just that, external.
The sudden appearance of this thing must have a reason, perhaps an important clue.
After a brief moment of surprise, he stared at the gray-blue shield outside and himself, his gaze lingering in the other's eyes, trying to read something from the twinkling starlight.
The figure also stared back fearlessly, the starlight in their eyes fluctuating, occasionally flashing with special runes that interlaced in simple lines to form the figure of... a mouse.
"..."
"A mouse?"
It was at this moment that something clicked in Song He's mind.
