The woman's words were like a spell. Before she finished speaking, the surrounding space suddenly distorted and gradually expanded in all directions ...
Instantly, the scenery in Feng bujue's vision started to flow like the colors on a color palette. Only the woman and narson's figures remained clear.
"Looks like ... I've come to the right place ..." Faced with this sudden change, brother Jue did not panic at all. He just stood there with his spear and watched.
After a minute, the distorted space stopped spreading and became stable again.
At this moment, narson's office was no longer there. In its place was a wide, magnificent Hall.
The four walls of the hall were pure white, with neat decorative patterns carved on the walls. Large oil paintings and curtains hung in the empty space. The marble floor was hard and smooth, and there was a huge crystal chandelier hanging on the five-meter-high ceiling.
