"Huh?" Tang Yi looked surprised, staring at the bronze mirror in his hand.
In the mirror, he saw a face that was much younger, exactly as he looked before. But he had been cursed with the Heart-devouring Curse, which drained his life like a breached dam. By now, he should have appeared to be in his fifties or sixties.
"Tang Yi, are you alright?" Su Mo, seeing Tang Yi spit blood, immediately ran over and asked with concern.
"I'm fine!" Tang Yi shook his head, and at the same time, he stealthily glanced at Su Mo through the mirror. However, her reflection looked just like her in person.
"Could it be that this bronze mirror doesn't reflect the person, but the soul!" Tang Yi pondered. Otherwise, it would be hard to explain. If it was reflecting his soul, then that could make sense.
