Chen Feng nodded lightly and responded to each one.
Finally, he entered the inner hall of the palace, passing the front hall where he had stopped briefly last time.
Several stone chairs were still there.
With just a glance, he withdrew his gaze, bypassed the rocky corridor, and arrived at the back of the palace.
This was a spacious hall, yet there was no hint of daylight.
The dark gold walls and floor were carved with many patterns, and rows of white candles burned here, providing barely enough light.
The golden throne was at the center of the innermost part of the hall, and on it sat a white-haired figure, wrapped in a constantly flickering green light, with a familiar figure standing beside it.
"Mr. Feng Chen."
Carrie, dressed in green vine armor and a white cloak, looked pale, her eyes bloodshot.
Seeing Chen Feng arrive, she turned slightly and nodded, expressing her gratitude.
