Ning Cheng didn't feel the slightest hint of danger, but he clearly sensed that the breath of the origin was emanating from the semicircular arched door before him. Without any hesitation, he stepped through the archway.
Upon entering, he saw a hall that wasn't very large. Directly in front of the hall was a jade table, with only one chair beside it.
To the right of the hall, there was another side door. Ning Cheng and Yue Ying walked through it and discovered a room decorated with exquisite taste. The room was arrayed and, being underwater, lacked even a trace of dust.
In one corner stood a wooden bed whose material was indiscernible, and beside it, a small dressing table. On the table, there was only a mirror and a comb. Other than these, there was nothing else. The room was very cool, obviously, it had been a long time since anyone had visited.
