The woman in the Ancient Mirror was currently in a newly born Cultivation World in the Lower Realm. Her time was fifteen thousand years in his future.
At that moment, the woman in the Ancient Mirror was gently bumping her forehead against the mirror in her hands, her expression conflicted. She could be heard muttering to herself, "Javier Sinclair… Old Fiend Sinclair, where are you? Say something, say something… What in the world is going on over there? It was bad enough that you forgot me before, but why are you acting like you don't know me again? What have I done to deserve this!"
"I get sad too, you know… Don't do this to me. I never should have let you leave."
Sitting in the wicker chair, Javier Sinclair watched the figure in the Ancient Mirror. He raised a slight eyebrow, his expression serene. Only his golden eyes betrayed a flicker of curiosity and scrutiny—a scrutiny of the woman who had suddenly appeared.
