Back Then

Shang Jianyao was stunned for a moment. "What's the use of that?"

He couldn't figure out what role he played.

Du Heng pointed at the ground. "Look."

"No way I'm doing so!" Shang Jianyao replied reflexively as he looked down at his feet.

The tiles had already turned ethereal at some point, revealing the situation on the floor below.

It happened to be a vertically mirrored scene of this floor. The ceiling was the ground, and the ground was the ceiling.

Shang Jianyao's other self was another him, like a shadow that extended from his feet. His entire body hung there upside down, but there were no signs of blood pooling in his brain.

Shang Jianyao held the small speaker he had conjured and looked at Xiaochong, who was playing a game not far away. He said excitedly, "I won't lose to you in this game now."

Xiaochong grumbled and replied, "We'll see."

The Shang Jianyao in front of Du Heng cast his gaze around.