In front of the shop with an ancient and simple color.
Jiang Shi's figure silently appeared here, raised his palm, and knocked according to the pattern the person had just used, producing a series of thumping sounds.
Three times consecutively.
The old and heavy door suddenly revealed a small gap, from which a withered hand sprang out, accompanied by a hoarse voice.
"Does the guest have a token?"
Jiang Shi smiled slightly, took out the token he carried, and placed it in the palm of the large hand.
The large hand retracted into the shop, scrutinized the token closely, and soon widened the door gap further, allowing Jiang Shi to enter.
As soon as he entered, Jiang Shi's gaze swept around.
He saw that the interior of the shop was extraordinarily dim; it seemed surrounded by a grand array, distorting and folding light, severely hindering vision, making it blurry.
Additionally, the entire shop was suffused with a difficult-to-express oppressive atmosphere.
