"Who exactly is the White Emperor?" Zhang Ze looked at Sister Wang.
Faced with Zhang Ze's question, Sister Wang smiled but didn't answer, only pointed behind her.
"Turn right as you exit, go downstairs, it's the room with the white door."
"She knows more than I do. If you have questions, just ask her."
"Alright, asking questions feels like going through trials." Zhang Ze jumped down from the windowsill.
After Zhang Ze pushed open the door and left, Sister Wang curled her fingers, intending to sneakily follow and take a look at what kind of old thing the White Emperor was, but was hooked back by a chain.
"Don't cause trouble."
Holding three egg yolks in her arms, Sister Wang looked at the night sky outside the window.
No complicated ceremonies, no unnecessary battles, or excessive puzzles.
Just as Sister Wang said, go out, turn right, and follow the stairs down, that's all.
Zhang Ze came to stand in front of that unmarked white door.
