"..."
Just moments ago, Lin Yueru had climbed up the cliffside walkway from the dock and come straight to the Flame God Cult's headquarters. Looking at the towering buildings and grand halls, she felt that this so-called cultivation sect was nowhere near as mysterious as Uncle Shuisheng, the old boatman, had claimed. She hadn't run into any kind of mind-bending maze, either. So she wandered around the enormous compound as brazenly as she pleased, even though she hadn't seen a single person.
"Someone's over there, right?"
"I'm here to find..."
Soon, after walking around a big tree, Lin Yueru spotted several brooms sweeping by themselves in front of the buildings—and dustpans that picked up the garbage on their own.
"!!"
"That's..."
In broad daylight, no less...
Thinking she'd seen a ghost, she instinctively clutched the hilt of the sword at her waist and slowly backed away. She looked ready to draw her sword and take a few swings at the first sign of trouble, or else turn tail and run.
Unfortunately...
After a long while, she realized that, although she had no idea how it worked, the brooms and dustpans were simply cleaning up by themselves. They weren't trying to hurt her.
Only then did she finally relax and hurry away from that strange place.
"Is anyone here?"
"..."
"Strange!"
"Why does this place feel like a haunted realm..."
"Could I have been tricked?"
The sect's headquarters looked extravagant, but Lin Yueru couldn't find anyone there. The surroundings were so quiet that she began to wonder if she'd wandered into some strange ghost town.
Fortunately, it was daytime. If it had been night, she might already have been scared off by the eerie solitude.
After all, the place was so huge and yet so quiet. It gave her an unsettling,