Pang Meiqin was the first survivor to be teleported. The moment she found herself standing inside the austere room of the Silver Trojan again, she jumped up in unrestrained joy, only to lunge towards the singular door in the room, desperately turning the door handle.
"It won't open, it won't open. Why won't it open?" Pang Meiqin's joyous expression slowly drained from her face, replaced by worried impatience.
"The room is as desolate as ever." Being the last one teleported back, Tang Zheng disregarded Pang Meiqin's outburst. He could feel the icy coldness beneath his feet coming from the wooden floorboards while he looked towards the Black Cube in the center of the room.
"Meiqin, don't waste your strength." Qin Yan had finally calmed down from her initial relief. She meticulously scrutinized the room once again, "There are no ventilation ducts, just a single closed door. Why is the air so fresh?"
