The small house was nestled among several towering trees, making it stand out distinctly.
The man in black led Leng Qing to the small house, and a few people immediately emerged beside them. "Spread your arms."
Leng Qing knew they were going to search him, so he didn't oppose. After finding a dagger, they took it away, "All right, go on up."
Leng Qing didn't care to think too much about it; the photograph had deeply shocked him. His footsteps quickened as he swiftly went up to the second floor.
Two people at the door opened it as they saw him approaching, "The Young Master is waiting for you inside."
Leng Qing lifted his leg and walked in.
The room was pure white, with a white plush carpet underfoot. When he stepped on it, it left a mark, but it was instantly absorbed and disappeared. He was startled, and when he looked up again, he saw Mo Nanjue standing in front of him.
