"I'm going to the right door, how about you?" Zhou Leng asked.
The Azure Sword sighed, "I'll stand at the door and see you off as you go in."
"Then I'm going in."
"Good luck!" The Azure Sword shouted, feeling empty inside, realizing he was cheering for an outsider.
What was going on?
Never mind, after all, the other party was of the Blood of Tyranny, not embarrassing.
Thinking of this, the Azure Sword felt invigorated.
He followed Zhou Leng to the doorway, stopped, and watched Zhou Leng enter the arch, then the person was gone.
The inside of the door was empty, blocked by a screen wall, obscuring whatever lay beyond.
The Azure Sword felt restless, sighed, and stood dutifully by the door.
Zhou Leng bypassed the pine and crane mural screen wall at the entrance and stepped into a new grand courtyard.
It was about the size of a stadium.
The far end of the courtyard was largely collapsed, and most of the structures within it had also fallen.
