In a room of around twenty square meters, a bright light shone down. The floor consisted of hefty, off-white stone bricks, assembled one by one. Between each pair of stone bricks, a hemispherical indicator lamp constantly emitting brownish-yellow light was installed. The room was almost completely sealed. The air circulated very slowly, creating an indescribable sense of oppression.
Lu Yuan, dressed only in a specially crafted pair of shorts, sat quietly cross-legged on the floor.
In front of him lay a beautiful spear, about two meters long, and a small vial filled with a red liquid.
The spear emitted a soft silver light, and a mysterious aura circulated between it and the small vial. The two seemed to resonate with each other, their silver and red halos alternating in brightness.
