The three of them walked toward the first floor through the stairs. Xie Ai ignored the presence of those two behind him as he walked ahead without turning back. Only after walking for a while did he realize that there was no sound of footsteps anymore.
A frown crossed his forehead as he looked behind.
Sure enough, there was no one except for an endless corridor. Even the gloomy corridor, full of darkness and fungus, changed into a clean place. The walls were suddenly full of paintings and decorations, and a red carpet lay beneath his feet. Although he couldn't see the paintings, he could clearly make out the red and black colors in them.
The sound of footsteps abruptly echoed, so close that he reacted immediately, stumbled back, and was about to fall when a pair of strong hands held him by the waist, pulling him back. He firmly stood there in someone's embrace.
