The great hall was cavernous, and as soon as one stepped inside, the sound of wind and snow from the outside world was completely sealed off.
The entire hall was empty, with several stout pillars supporting the dome, and a few topographic sand tables were laid out below.
The echoing sound of boots stepping on the stone-brick floor made the entire hall silent and vast.
Xu Yuan estimated in his mind that this was probably the command center of the Northern Border's front line.
But there was no one there?
While contemplating, Xu Yuan continued walking into the interior of the hall.
According to Dayan's architectural customs, behind this kind of hall, there are usually several courtyards for important people to rest.
If Li Qingyan wasn't in this council hall, he should be further back.
Just as he was thinking this, Xu Yuan suddenly heard the sound of armor friction coming from the corridor behind the hall.
The clattering sound of heavy armor pieces rubbing against each other.
