Chen Yang was taken aback, ever since his arrival in this era, everything he saw was a glimpse of advanced technology, even ordinary doors.
But this door... it was just a very ordinary wooden door!
On earth, wooden doors are of course commonplace, there is nothing astonishing or strange about it. However, in this unknown era, happening upon a wooden door was as bizarre as spotting a thatched hut in a modern metropolis.
With a gentle push, the wooden door was not locked, Chen Yang walked into the room and looked around.
Under the dimly lit ambiance, a musty smell pervaded the entranceway; haphazardly discarded clothes and shoes were strewn about, mixed with certain questionable filth, not inspiring any goodwill.
At the end of the passage, about four or five meters away, a curtain was drawn. Chen Yang retracted his gaze, strode forward, and pushed the curtain aside, stepping into the room proper.
