This was an ordinary-looking room. It was not large, nor was it sealed. One window stood open, sunlight spilling in. Outside, a peach tree could be seen in bloom. A breeze drifted through, and the fragrance of flowers was intoxicating.
There was a table and a chair in the room, with an incense burner sending wisps of smoke curling upward. Other than that, there was no furniture.
However, three paintings hung on the walls.
One depicted emerald bamboo, another lotus flowers.
The last showed a solitary mountain peak. At its foot, a woodcutter seemed to be walking forward with a load of firewood on his back.
Wang Wu found it rather strange. Was this some kind of riddle?
Yes, that was indeed humanity's style.
They always loved putting on airs and making mysteries out of nothing...
Wang Wu's gaze swept over the three paintings one by one, but he found no hidden profundity in them. He was not the sort with any innate enlightenment.
Besides, what he most wanted to do now was find a chance to slip away.
So he tried pushing the door. Huh, it opened. He took a step outside, then looked back. Nothing in the room had changed. After taking two more steps and leaving the courtyard, still nothing changed.
He returned to the room, and it was still the same.
He took down the three paintings. They really were just three ordinary paintings.
Was that Old Timer playing with him?
There had been no similar brainteaser in Yue Shan's memories, either.
With that thought, Wang Wu leaped over the courtyard wall. In every direction stood buildings, densely packed, perhaps hundreds of thousands of them. They stretched out in magnificent profusion, as lively as a mortal capital city.
But there was one problem: there was nobody!