Just as the door to a small shabby room was opened, a young man in his golden sect robe walked in. Even before he could take a thorough look, Yang Zhiqiang was already sneezing due to layers upon layers of dust in the little room.
It's so obvious that no one had stayed in this place for nearly a decade. Immortal Wang told him that this place was once the abode of an old elder. Since that elder passed away in the second great war between demons and righteous cultivators, no one stayed in this place anymore.
Fanning the air in front of his face, Yang Zhiqiang glanced over into the room. Not only there were such thick layers of dust, even the walls of the little room were covered with many growing vines.
