Tang Shaoyang opened the door, and he encountered a weird scenario. Behind the door was just a blank white piece. It was not a street in town or for that he had expected.
He furrowed his brows and contemplated for a moment. Hesitating for a while, he stepped out of the room.
Whoosh!
The scenery instantly changed, he was now standing on the sidewalk. A river of people and carriage walked bypassed him. People wore armor like him and people with normal clothes mixed in the street.
The street was paved neatly, and right to him was a big wall. The tall wall was around twenty meters or maybe even thirty meters high. He looked away from the wall to the building to his left.
The building was made of stone, while the second floor was made of wood. Even though he never saw what western medieval buildings looked like, he was sure it would be like the one he was seeing right now.
