Shen Haoran and Shen Xinye opened their eyes and found themselves in a city made of sandstone.
The ambient spatial distortion from the hidden entrance faded, leaving them standing on an elevated sandstone balcony that overlooked the subterranean labyrinth.
The eerie, artificial twilight cast long, violet shadows across the ancient rooftops.
In the distance, the muffled roars of spirit beasts echoed through the winding avenues, but around them, the air was still and thick with ancient dust.
"Young master, should we hurry up?" asked Shen Xinye, her voice sharp with readiness. "That Lin Che probably haven't gone that far ahead."
She immediately adjusted her posture, scanning the streets below to plot a path toward the central district.
She assumed they would charge straight through the city, clear a path through the roaming beasts, and hunt down the wounded Lin Che before he could reach the core treasures.
