Squeak—
As A Lian delivered her mysterious line, the door slowly swung open to everyone's anticipation, revealing the scene beyond.
Though dim, the few shafts of starlight that filtered in still outlined the unusual space before them—
It was like a shrine set up inside a workshop. Compared with the place they'd visited during the day, the classical elements here were even more concentrated—and more lavish.
The meticulously crafted set, the exquisite decorations, the deep waters outside. The air drifting in through the small window already carried the dampness of the lake.
For a moment, it felt as if they'd truly crossed a thousand years and touched a sliver of history—
"Your friend's got real skill."
Of course, it only felt that way.
After taking in the scene before him, Fu Qian gave a slight nod and complimented A Lian.
The others standing nearby had been startled, as if he were some cult priest or guide through time. They were making too much of it.
Even in a supernatural world, people shouldn't develop lazy habits of thought.
Compared with the occult, many things could first be explained by science.
He wasn't sure which part A Lian's friend was responsible for, but this space clearly resembled a painstakingly crafted stage set.
Even with the lights still off, its care and craftsmanship were plain to see.
Not a single item was truly ancient, but the marks on them looked natural. Some objects had even been specially distressed to make them look old.
Perhaps Old Man San Hao and the others had a point: not everyone had Fu Qian's absurd ability to see in the dark, so who could make out all those details? Wrong.
That was just a poor excuse for being unprofessional.
All they had to do was look back, and