Whether Lady Miranda or Brother Huang Lezhan, they both seemed far too optimistic.
As Fu Qian stepped onto the final stair, he naturally heard the argument behind him, but he wasn't even interested in looking back.
For one thing, this development hadn't surprised him. For another, the scene before him was far more interesting.
It wasn't the upper level.
The "flat staircase" ahead had indeed been a bad omen. By now, the space had grown noticeably more jumbled.
By his estimate, the top of the long staircase should have been not too far from where they'd entered.
Yet after that whole stretch of "ascending," he couldn't see any trace of where he'd come from. Even looking up, what he saw was a magnificent vaulted dome of sails.
The "Invisible Palace" he'd imagined seemed to have become more real.
Unlike the flawless white jade of the staircase, this building was also made of stone, but while it had more detail, it also bore unmistakable signs of age.
In short, it was the difference between something fresh off the line and something slightly worn.
As he continued forward, there was no hint of a way back. He was still descending.
From that perspective, the little team's debate down below had wasted some time, but at least it let them enjoy their sense of security a little longer.
As a professional who had always rejected the bad habit of taking things for granted, Fu Qian had immediately realized that the issue of whether this was a waterfall or a flat surface mattered.
As a rescue team, those people were still lacking in some basic qualities—for instance, adapting to their surroundings, and making their thinking as abstract as the situation when they found themselves in an abstract place.
They hadn't been trapped there without