A few seconds later, Lu Yuan finally rushed into the square paved with white jade.
Here, exquisitely beautiful patterns were carved, from the graceful figures of young girls to the opium poppies, and then to the hunters bending down to shoot their arrows... Outstanding art, just like her elegant figure, was frozen in the historical landscape.
Some machines that used to play music were now covered with rust, lying askew on the ground.
Perhaps because this place was too sacred, and it was the final stage of the Ascension Ceremony, the monsters had left it empty; they were eager to try but dared not delve too deeply into this area.
On the square stood a Green Grass Person very familiar to Lu Yuan.
He was thin and his muscles were stiff, his eyes empty, like those of a mummy.
He was dead.
Dead for many, many years, to the point where even his clothes were in tatters.
But Lu Yuan still recognized this hero.
It was Di, the father of Miss Conch.
