A leisurely voice suddenly reverberated in the void,
like clear water splashing,
filled with an aura of returning to simplicity and seeking truth, the natural way of the Dao.
"Who? Who's there?"
This sudden voice startled young Lin Han greatly.
There was clearly no one, so where did the voice come from, could it be a ghost?
He looked around in panic, but couldn't find anyone, making his heart beat even more wildly with fear.
What kind of unclean thing has he provoked?!
"Haha, your imagination is interesting, but I'm no ghost."
The next moment,
a golden light burst forth from under the bed, and the "Treasure Box" that young Lin Han had hidden floated up and opened automatically. A stone ring inside rose up, as if freed from gravity, and hovered in the void, emitting waves of golden, ripple-like light.
The brilliant light filled his eyes, flowing like a tide, an endless glow blossomed in the small space, permeating every corner of the void.
Then,
