Everything here was far too important to her. In an instant, it surpassed whatever favorable impression Yamalana had held of him.
Without needing to recall anything, the moment the young guard spoke, Yamalana swiftly reached for her waist. Since it was an instinctive movement, whenever she encountered danger, she always thought of drawing the divine artifact.
But she overlooked one thing: she was not wearing the divine artifact at all. She came up empty-handed, her palm pressing against her waist as she posed as though drawing a gun. Yet she could neither draw nor stop herself, leaving her frozen there.
The young guard... Boss Luo blinked. As though he had not noticed Yamalana's awkward predicament, he slowly walked into the room.
"You... how did you get here?" After a moment of silence, Yamalana finally calmed down and asked with a frown, "You... how much do you know?"
"I just happened to know a little." Boss Luo spoke casually, his gaze falling on the clothes atop the cylindrical platform. "These clothes look quite similar to those of one of my classmates."
Yamalana's breathing suddenly quickened, and she blurted out, "You came from outside?"
Boss Luo asked curiously, "Princess, where exactly do you mean by 'outside'?"
"Don't pretend not to know!" Yamalana said in a deep voice. "Speak! How much do you know... and when did you start standing outside the door?"
"I just got here." Boss Luo shook his head. "I followed Father King's footsteps. He was ahead, and I was behind. But he hasn't come here. He's temporarily trapped somewhere in this place."
"My Father King... he entered the temple?" Yamalana stared at him in disbelief, her brows drawing together even more deeply. Half believing and half doubting, she kept her eyes locked on him while retreating step by step