Half an hour later, Song Jian had almost left the architectural complex of Zhenmo Temple and arrived in a jungle behind the mountain. Soon, following a path within the jungle, Song Jian stood at the entrance of a dilapidated great hall.
The hall appeared desolate, as if no one had visited for a long time. However, the path Song Jian had taken was clearly worn by frequent foot traffic, and it led directly to this decrepit hall.
Standing before the hall's entrance, Song Jian suddenly felt an ominous sensation. Looking at the tightly shut doors, he seemed to envision a tide of black aura surging towards him, causing him to break out in a cold sweat. Had it not been for his mission, he would have turned and left immediately, unwilling to linger for even a moment longer.
After hesitating for a long time, Song Jian took a step forward and reached out to push the doors.
Creak~
A grating friction sound rose as Song Jian pushed open the door and walked inside.
