A cold intent that penetrated right down to the bones!
The moment Xia Fei entered the palatial property, he could feel all his hairs stand on end.
Though the exterior of the building was well preserved, there was still quite a bit of damage. He could see that the inhabitants were once massacred, but for some unknown reasons the interior of this palace was left untouched. The murals and carvings on the walls were all in perfect condition, not looking any different despite who knew how many tens of thousands of years had passed.
However, the gloomy atmosphere inside the palace, as well as the crazed humanoids depicted on the murals, made Xia Fei feel a sense of oppression. This place was not a residence for some important figure of their society, but more like a memorial hall for some great person. The murals and the sculptures all depicted the life story of that individual.
