This made the place seem like a solitary tower cut off from the world. Though it had been built amid emerald mountains, there was not the slightest trace of life here.
Not even birdsong or insect cries could be heard nearby—only endless dead silence...
The black-robed middle-aged man slowly climbed the steps and soon reached the vermilion gate on the first floor. Only after stopping before it did he raise his eyes to look at the door.
"Steward Zhu, do you need something again?"
A voice rang out from the air, not from the direction of the gate. It was extremely cold, without the slightest hint of warmth.
"Yes, I have an elder's written order!"
As Steward Zhu spoke, the vermilion gate remained closed, and no figure appeared.
At that moment, Steward Zhu raised one hand, and an ancient scroll appeared in his palm. He gently pushed it forward, sending the scroll shooting toward the vermilion gate.
A flash of light flickered, and in the next instant, it vanished into the vermilion gate.
Sssst!
With a soft sound, the ancient scroll seemed like a branch sinking into a lake. As rings of red ripples spread across the vermilion gate, the scroll disappeared from sight.
After no more than a breath, the vermilion gate suddenly opened a crack. Steward Zhu's figure flashed, and without hesitation, he slipped directly inside...
In a side room of the storeroom, Lin Fengshan was slightly stunned when he saw Steward Zhu arrive. Why had the man come again?
Earlier, just as he had been planning to find an excuse to leave, he received a voice transmission and came here. This room was where items were registered and recorded.
The moment he saw Steward Zhu's familiar face, his heart gave a jump. It was not because he