He would say a few perfunctory words, then disappear again for a year.
Yet, not much resentment could be heard in Luo Shuqing's voice.
It seemed she had long grown accustomed to it.
Fang Shuwen listened quietly without interrupting. Suddenly, his steps faltered.
On the wall of the corridor, he saw a bas-relief mural.
It was exquisitely and meticulously carved, depicting a magnificent gate that stood upon the sea, as if symbolizing supreme authority.
But cracks had appeared on that gate.
A Divine Dragon emerged from the sea and smashed violently against the gate.
It was as if the symbol of supreme authority was being shattered.
"What is this..."
Luo Shuqing looked at Fang Shuwen.
"Could it be that this entire corridor was once covered in murals like this?
"Then... then why wasn't this one destroyed?"
Fang Shuwen shook his head. That was a question he couldn't answer.
