At dusk, the corridor was dark and there was no one around. The good thing about this was that no one could see Wu Zhao staring at the mirror in such a narcissistic manner. When Wu Zhao tried his best to suppress the fear that had just emerged with a bit of materialism he learned in politics class, and boldly stepped forward to take a closer look to see if the mirror had any tricks like those in martial arts novels, just when Wu Zhao's nose was about to touch the mirror, he suddenly saw himself in the mirror blinking at himself.