Temple of Time?
Su Ping nodded.
Then he slowly walked in, but when he turned his head, the figure of the Legend of the Holy Dragon had already disappeared, evidently not intending to go in with him.
Su Ping exhaled and pushed open the creaky wooden door, walking in.
A kind of indescribable atmosphere permeated, not a high-rank energy fluctuation, not ethereal qi, but an aroma carrying the moldy scent of ages.
Indescribable in its quality, but instinctively felt, this place probably has existed for many, many years.
In fact, it indeed was so.
No energy burst illuminating lights, only those lit kerosene lamps.
Illuminating this huge, dim library.
On each bookshelf, lay numerous books.
Civilization, in ages long past, used such a form to transmit and replace.
Even without seeing the contents of these books, Su Ping had a sensation of being in the vast river of time.
Even though this feeling was clearly pure nonsense.
