The remaining time saw the Seven-Pointed Starfish adhering to the philosophy of not giving up, yet no one paid it any attention.
In the evening, Qian Cangyi once again opened the window but this time, no strange occurrences took place. All was as usual, filled with tranquility and mystery.
On the last day, Qian Cangyi got up early.
Outside the window, the sky was clear; it was perfect for an outdoor excursion.
If it had not been for the daily dangers, the Ancient Sunset Castle could arguably be an ideal tourist site. After all, it offered something different every day so there was no risk of guests becoming bored.
During breakfast, all three of them remained silent.
Maybe there was a kind of premonition looming in the background, a kind of premonition of danger.
"It's almost noon and we still haven't seen the supposed giant black dragon. Perhaps the Ancient Sunset Castle is just playing a small prank on us?" Jing Huashui joked lightly.
