The main walls were inlaid with large panes of blood-red glass.
At the stone entrance gate stood two completely nude, female-shaped stone statues.
The whole scene looked both eerie and bizarre.
For some reason, the moment Han Ning laid eyes on the entrance to the Black Tower, he felt a strange sense of familiarity.
"Eeeeee!!"
Just as he was wondering about the source of this familiarity, Fei Lin, who was in his arms, suddenly began to struggle violently.
She stared intently at the Black Tower, trying to squirm out of Han Ning's embrace.
"What's wrong?" Han Ning loosened his arms and placed the little one on the ground.
"Eee!" Fei Lin pointed toward the tower, a look of terror on her delicate little face.
Seeing the expression on Fei Lin's face, Han Ning finally remembered where this strange sense of familiarity came from.
