"The Heavenly Dao is vast, with no omissions..."
Just as Fang Xing had flown close to the forehead of the statue of the Divine Path, admiring his reflection in the mirror, a thunderous voice suddenly rang in his ears. Simultaneously, the mirror's surface changed dramatically. He saw his reflection in the mirror rapidly shrink, transforming into a three or four-year-old boy. The environment had changed too; he found himself crouched by a chicken coop, grabbing a hen and twisting its neck before running away...
"Where did this little bastard come from, daring to steal our family's hen..."
Behind him, a poorly dressed woman rushed out with a kitchen knife, chasing him and cursing loudly.
"Hey, how did this mirror reveal the embarrassing things from my childhood?"
Fang Xing was momentarily stunned, as the mirror displayed his childhood escapades of stealing chickens...
