"It seemed to be a circular, shimmering thing..." Lu Jiangxian pondered vaguely, a faint premonition arising in her heart:,Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!,"First, I'll savor the moonlight thoroughly. Perhaps it will bring about a qualitative change." He secretly planned: "I don't know what the mirror is made of, nor how the outside world views sentient objects. I better not be discovered by some cultivator and have my sentience extinguished casually."。