"What do we do now?"
Ever since Zhou Yi entered, he had completely reined in his usual carefree grin. He looked serious as he spoke to Wu Feng.
Wu Feng looked at the furnishings around them, then said, "You don't need to worry. We've actually already entered."
"What? We're already inside? But I can't see anything at all."
Zhou Yi exclaimed.
When Zhou Yi said he couldn't see anything, he meant anything unusual. He truly hadn't seen a thing.
Wu Feng merely smiled faintly and gestured for Zhou Yi to walk out.
Zhou Yi obediently headed toward the door of the Master's room.
But soon, Zhou Yi was horrified to discover that no matter how he walked, he couldn't step out through the door.
The feeling of being close enough to touch yet separated by the ends of the earth made Zhou Yi extremely uncomfortable. He turned around, returned to Wu Feng's side, and said, "But there's still nothing unusual inside this room. We just can't get out now. Isn't this more or less the same as a formation that traps cultivators?"
Wu Feng shook his head and waved for Zhou Yi to follow him.
Then Wu Feng led Zhou Yi to the bookshelf.
Inside the Master's room stood a huge bookshelf. It occupied almost half the room and held more than a thousand books.
Wu Feng pointed at the books and said to Zhou Yi, "These books contain many things. We're actually trapped inside one of them right now."
"What? How is that possible? I didn't sense anything at all."
Horrified, Zhou Yi walked over and reached for a book.
But after he stretched out his hand, it began visibly shrinking before his astonished eyes. In the end, he discovered that once his hand touched the book, it had