What unfolded before him was a world within a painting.
In that world stood a circular building, five stories tall, with architecture so exquisite that even the ink-smudged walls brimmed with elegance and luxury.
It seemed as if every part was meticulously carved.
"Earthen building?"
Li Ye was astonished by this structure—he had thought this place might be a small courtyard, a thatched hut, or simply a plot of land.
He never expected such a grand and exquisite circular pavilion.
When he stepped inside, he could feel the space was very "dry," devoid of any Spiritual Qi.
In fact, it kept drawing Spiritual Qi from him incessantly, like countless tentacles reaching out, their suckers tightly winding around him, making him feel quite uncomfortable.
He glanced at the black cat, his eyes filled with inquiry.
"It's a necessary process of recognition,"
