"See the world?"
Yang Zhen stared blankly at the cat walking ahead with steps of someone who recognized no kin, his eyes flickering with curiosity.
What kind of world was it? He didn't know, and he didn't dare to ask, especially since he had slept for quite a few days.
Yang Zhen followed the cat step by step, through a long golden corridor, into an enormous side hall he had never seen before.
This was a massive side hall unlike any Yang Zhen had ever encountered; its ceiling was so high it was out of sight, and at its center grew a gigantic ancient bronze tree that made Yang Zhen's heart skip a beat.
The next moment, Yang Zhen relaxed. This ancient bronze tree, though also cast from bronze, lacked the aura that sought to strip away a practitioner's spirit soul, but rather exuded a soothing ambiance.
Yang Zhen looked around the side hall with the expression of a curious baby, growing more astonished as he examined it more closely.
