Newcomer 3

Lin Sheng paused before the stone forest and pointed ahead.

Hiss!

At once, rings of transparent ripples stirred through the air before him.

Lin Sheng plunged headfirst into the ripples, and his body vanished from the spot in an instant.

As the white light of the fixed-point teleportation blossomed—

By the time the light faded, he was already standing inside a modest black underground palace.

The underground palace was roughly the size of a football field.

The place had been built in a crude, simple manner. Residual spell fluctuations from transmuting mud into stone still lingered on the surrounding walls, making it clear that it had only recently been constructed through magic.

The floor was laid with plain hard stone slabs, while crystal lamps burning with undying bright flames were embedded overhead.

Under the gentle white light, several sets of furniture and bookshelves had been casually scattered around the center of the underground palace.

There were also experimental tables, wooden barrels, water buckets, and other such items piled everywhere.

Dried herbs and used metal experimental instruments could occasionally be seen on the floor and atop the barrels.

Two black-robed figures stood before the largest black experiment table, silently watching Lin Sheng from afar.

Lin Sheng ignored the communications member on the left and turned his gaze toward the young man on the right.

"Hey, are you the boss here?"

The man had handsome features, and a faintly mocking smile seemed to perpetually linger at the corners of his lips. His skin was fair and well cared for. His ears were slightly pointed; he might have some elven or fairy blood in him.

"Let's have a fight. I heard you're strong?" The man grinned, revealing a mouthful of neat, snow-white teeth.

"A fight?" Lin Sheng was taken aback. Only then did