Under Fu Qian's threat, a voice indeed emerged before him.
At the same time, the reflection in the glass also suddenly changed.
As if relaxing all at once, it no longer mimicked Fu Qian's movements but found a comfortable position to sit down, smiling.
"Hello, young man."
Though it bore Fu Qian's face, the voice was deep, and it spoke slowly and deliberately, as if reciting poetry.
"Hello there."
Fu Qian greeted politely.
"Please don't be impulsive, I mean no harm."
"Those words aren't very convincing."
Fu Qian glanced towards the direction of the door.
"Are you trying to tell me I was just seeing things just now?"
"First of all, I admit that I did it."
The reflection in the Magic Mirror smiled mysteriously, directly admitting to the recent events.
"But please believe me, it's for your own good."
"Many things are not as they appear. This place is far more dangerous than it seems, even more so than the scene you just witnessed... so you're better off staying inside."
