"Where is this?"
Jiang Shouzhong coughed dryly, straightened up, and looked around.
Faint lights flickered and danced through the air.
Guided by the dim and hazy light, Jiang Shouzhong realized they were inside a grand hall.
Suddenly, a wave of inexplicable familiarity overwhelmed him.
Jiang Shouzhong pondered and then had a sudden realization, the place greatly resembled the ruins he had encountered at the bottom of Huailan Lake, identical in layout.
Only this hall appeared more intact, devoid of the desolate collapse and decay.
"Strange, why would someone build such an underground palace underwater?"
Jiang Shouzhong was puzzled.
Mengniang surveyed the surroundings and spoke indifferently, "It was built by the previous dynasty."
At that moment, Jiang Shouzhong noticed that apart from the two of them, there was no one else around, including the dangerously unstable passenger ship, and he exclaimed in surprise, "Where are the others? Where is the ship?"
