Brushstrokes of various colors sprawled across the wall, like flowing fire.
Approaching, Su Ming'an found himself in a room lit by a faint glow, where dark red inscriptions were stamped on the walls, reminiscent of the goals students set for themselves during coming-of-age ceremonies, written on large posters.
"What, what is this, big brother? Why would there be such things in the instance..." Mo Yan peeked from behind, looking as if he'd never seen such a wall before.
Su Ming'an placed his hand on the wall, but nothing happened, nor were there any clues. It seemed to be just an extremely ordinary wall.
He looked to the side and saw no other doors, as if the path of the corridor had come to an end right there.
"This instance is really small," Mo Yan said. "It's only been a moment since we left the door. We've already reached the end. I don't think it should be just two corridors big..."
