A soft howl of the wind sounded in Xie Qing's ears. The young man's face was dark, and he was in a state of combat readiness.
The danger that awaited them on the path to the treasure was higher than his expectations. Now, even Lyu Lyu had disappeared.
She seemed to have dissolved into the air. And the worst thing was that Xie Qing did not even feel it. It was as if he had been in an illusion all this time and suddenly woke up.
"This place... It's still the same throne room, but..."
The young man fell silent. He looked around and a drop of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.
"This... Are they... Alive?"
The throne room. The carpet.
Xie Qing was standing on the carpet. And on both sides, towering up to the ceiling, were beings dressed in noble robes of different colors.
And far ahead, on a large throne, sat a man.
His eyes were closed, and he was half-lying on his throne. On his head was a crown, and his robe was luxurious.
