“This place is…”
They were in a circular plaza with passageways in all four directions, the front, back, left and right. Each of those passageways was metallic bridges.
In other words, this plaza resembled an island surrounded by a flowing river.
The plaza was not very big and was only about the size of a school’s sports field.
Observing his surroundings, Chen Xiaolian was somewhat surprised to find others appearing in the plaza. Occasionally, a beam of green light would flash out. After the green pillar of light has dissipated, someone will walk out of it. After identifying their current location, they will then show no hesitation and move towards a bridge heading towards a certain direction.
Occasionally, there will be those who turn towards Chen Xiaolian as he sized up the incoming people. These people would generally reveal a cold attitude and even traces of disdain in their expression.
