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Yanking open the gleaming circular door handle, the first thing that entered Yi Chen's eyes was a vast open field, dark yellow and gloomy.
A narrow path just wide enough for two horses' backsides wound its way towards the distance.
Far away, there was a heavy mass of dark clouds.
A strange horse, its body pitch-black and a tuft of glowing purple mane atop its head, was idly blowing loudly through its nostrils. Sparks like those from burning wood spat out from its nostrils, mixed with a few specks of light like those of fireflies.
A bronze carriage lay quietly on one side, resembling the open chariots from Yi Chen's previous life during the Warring States period.
As Yi Chen was examining the so-called ethereal transport of the Secret Gambling Hall Master, the odd black horse was also staring at Yi Chen with wide eyes.
Before Yi Chen could speak, a voice transmission suddenly echoed in the depths of his heart.
