The room was filled with a mysterious aura, as if it were alive, slowly drifting through the air and into Shen Jingqi's nostrils, causing his nerves to instantly tense. On the table lay a key emitting a purple glow, which flickered with an eerie and alluring light like the eyes of a ghost.
"Could this be the third key?" Shen Jingqi's heart stirred, beginning to race uncontrollably as if it were about to burst out of his chest. His gaze was locked onto the key, full of desire and tension. He grabbed the key, and the moment his fingers touched it, a chilling sensation spread from his fingertips throughout his body, causing him to shiver involuntarily.
At that moment, a hurried sound of footsteps approached, and then, a knight burst into the room like an enraged bull. The large sword in his hand gleamed with a cold light, slashing fiercely at Shen Jingqi. The sword's wind howled, seeming to tear the air apart.
