Yang An immediately unleashed his White Feathers, bombarding the wooden door like bullets.
But what followed was a series of CLANGING sounds as sparks flew from the wooden door. Despite the dense barrage of White Feathers, it remained completely unscathed.
It was less a wooden door and more an incredibly hard steel one. Even his White Feathers couldn't damage it. Yang An's brow furrowed.
The door had a lock—the old-fashioned kind that could be opened from the outside as long as it wasn't bolted from within.
After a moment's hesitation, Yang An walked to the door, placed his hand on the handle, and gave it a hard twist.
CLICK!
With the crisp click of the lock, the wooden door came loose. Yang An slowly pushed it open. Countless White Feathers shot into the room first, but nothing happened.
But when Yang An stepped inside and saw the scene before him, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes.
'What... is going on?'
