On the other side, Lin Dong walked with steady steps, through corridors shrouded in mist, each step seemingly bearing the weight of years.
Finally, he stood before the ancient and majestic main gate of the Hall of War God.
Gently pushing open the door, the hall was softly lit, with a huge statue of the Dragon King War God standing in the center, its eyes deep, as if able to see through all things in the world.
The Dragon King War God had received word of Lin Dong's arrival ahead of time and had been waiting here for quite a while.
Seeing Lin Dong, he smiled slightly, a smile filled with the complexities of years and expectations for the younger generation.
"Lin Dong, you have come."
His voice was gentle yet powerful, like a spring breeze brushing against the face, or like thunder, shaking the heart.
