Deep into the night, within a detached courtyard of Li Jian's Manor.
The darkness of the Buried Sacred Place rose, isolating the inside from the outside.
Huai Shi sat cross-legged on the floor, staring at the figure opposite him.
They gazed at each other.
Contemplating.
Having shed the disguise left by Tong Ji, he had returned to his former state and felt a long-lost sense of exhilaration. At the same time, his efforts over the past days had finally borne fruit.
He was not referring to the ravens, which never seemed satisfied no matter how much they ate, but to himself.
Before him was the result of his labors over these days.
The Afterimage of the Soloist.
No, it no longer belonged to the realm of afterimages. Rather, it was another self.
It was as if there were an invisible mirror before him, reflecting his form within it.
But the reflection wasn't identical. Aside from a similar face when compared side-by-side, they were starkly different in both gender and temperament.
