If you gaze deep into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.

As Qin Ye sat in front of the mirror, listening to the soft crackle of the flames, he was suddenly reminded of the oft-said phrase.

Lee Jung-sook must have been involved in so many supernatural incidents that… the supernatural began to take special notice of her. Perhaps that was why she was first discovered by Crow Tengu and Black Yaksha to begin with.

After all, how could one toe the riverbanks without getting their feet wet?

He understood Lee Jung-sook. She wasn’t in the slightest bit afraid of the supernatural. In fact, she would even dance along to their haunting tunes, because… she was looking for a way to die for good.

He felt slightly embittered by these thoughts. This was something he couldn’t empathize with. Perhaps it was because he hadn’t lived long enough to understand why Lee Jung-sook felt this way.

Those who lived an inordinate amount of time sought death, while those who had perished for a long time sought the hope of life once again.

It was an endless cycle of life and death.

Just then, he suddenly paused, and he turned to look at his reflection in the mirror.

Everything was blurry. The copper wasn’t polished enough to reflect his image properly.

“A copper mirror cannot distinguish between the Yin and the Yang.” Wang Chenghao’s voice sounded from right behind Qin Ye. He had at some point entered the room in the very same fashion, “It would prevent...