Liang drew a grey old cloud, like Liang Yu, with a dazzling pearl under the curtain, while Fan Jin was a corner in the distant Jia land.
On either side of the corridor stood nine tall and powerful knights in golden armor, shining with a golden glow.
Behind the Jin Jia warriors were nine giant monsters. Though you stand there motionless, a brave and strong presence, a dominating spirit emerges.
On the grey Dragon Platform, there is no Dragon Chair or sofa, just a nine-foot high table with a black box on it.
From a distance, a simple box would seem like an ordinary wooden crate.
It is the kind of box that appears in such a luxurious palace, yet it seemed he did not leave.
After seeing the interior of the house, a surprised expression appeared on the face of the arrogant old man and the white-haired elderly.
They discovered that the hall was no more luxurious than the furnishings and decorations, and there seemed to be no jewelry.
