Under Sun Tianyou's lead, indeed it was not far past the road, through two distinctively charming courtyards, and into a fairly broad alleyway that we reached our destination.
"Miao Shou Hall." Fang Yu looked up, glancing at the three-story charming courtyard in front of him.
It radiated ancient charm, supported by red pillars on either side, and had five steps leading up to it.
It looked imposing and also seemed to follow some principles of Feng Shui.
"Let's go in." Fang Yu said indifferently.
Perhaps due to the loss, Sun Qing had no intention of going in, and even Sun Tianyou seemed a bit nervous.
Fang Yu sighed and said, "Serves you right for losing... You are still a descendant of the King of Acupuncture, and yet so timorous, do not claim to be my disciples when you go out."
"..." Sun Qing's face flushed red.
Just then, the vermilion door slowly opened.
