At the corner of the corridor, Dong Fengpo, his face an ashen hue, whispered, "This is the room."
The towering wooden door before them stood twice the height of a man, rustic and hefty, with a significant presence.
To the left and right, the round door handles made of brass were intricately carved with elaborate designs, faintly revealing what seemed to be the shape of some kind of deer.
Flanking the doorway, the walls were embedded with openwork iron brackets, which held two extinguished torches covered in dust and cobwebs.
It was somewhat reminiscent of the grand doors that appear during scene transitions in Conan cartoons.
"We're down to the embryo, the last of the abnormal organs."
