The medieval castle stood towering, its stone walls mottled and revealing the ravages of time. Shen Jingqi and Li Baiyu stood on the castle terrace, gazing at the horizon stained blood-red by the setting sun, with a surge of indescribable unease within their hearts.
"Don't you feel that everything has been too smooth?" Li Baiyu furrowed her brow tightly.
Shen Jingqi pondered for a moment, then nodded: "Indeed, although we've encountered many challenges on our journey, it always feels as if some invisible force is secretly orchestrating everything. It's like... someone is deliberately guiding us."
"Guiding? Or entrapping?" A hint of coldness flashed in Li Baiyu's eyes, "Don't forget, the whole thing with the lords and the symbols, it's too strange. It seems like someone left clues on purpose, leading us step by step into a certain trap."
