"Is anyone there?" Li Huowang's shout echoed continuously in the extremely empty surroundings.
He looked around in confusion and realized he was standing on a wooden bridge, with pitch darkness all around him, nothing to be seen.
Li Huowang took a deep breath and lifted his foot to continue walking forward, the wooden bridge creaking under his steps.
He didn't know how long he had walked when he felt something moving in the distance. Li Huowang's body shook, and he hurried towards that direction.
But as he approached and finally saw what it was, his body jolted to a stop. It was Li Zhi's protective spirit.
Previously the size of a palm, the clay figure had now grown three times larger than Li Huowang's body. Accompanied by the sound of stones rubbing against each other, it slowly turned its head to look at Li Huowang, its pupils void of any blackness, eerily white.
"This isn't any wooden bridge! I am standing on someone else's roof beam!" Li Huowang quickly realized.
