Garen’s gaze fell on a white substance on the edge of the door.
It was a white powdery substance which was emitting a faint white light.
He reached out his index finger and gently dabbed at the white powder, then put it to his nose for a sniff.
"Pollen?" Garen’s expression turned cold. "This power fluctuation…"
"What’s wrong?"
Windling’s questioning voice came from behind.
"The building is still intact. There is something strange going on." Windling came up from behind. "Why don’t you enter?"
Garen withdrew his hand.
"Forget it. I’ve already gotten what I wanted to know."
He turned, walked down the steps, and headed out.
"Hey! Why not enter and have a look since we’re already at the door? Why did you actually come here?!" Windling followed closely.
Garen ignored him and directly walked out of the yard.
He turned and gave the familiar building a final glance.
