Shen Feng and Witch Tower exchanged a glance. His eyes narrowed, and the skin over vital parts of his body had already silently petrified. Holding his gun, he was the first to step through the golden gate.
Witch Tower followed close behind Shen Feng and went inside.
Inside the golden gate was a field of white light. The moment they entered, their vision blurred, and only then did they gradually adjust to the scene before them.
Before them was an enormous golden hall. The first thing they saw was a deep pool and a massive fountain filled with various sculptures, from which water trickled out.
The water was golden yellow and carried a fragrant aroma that filled the air. A single sniff was enough to make one feel slightly intoxicated.
Shen Feng focused his gaze and immediately realized that the fountain was flowing with the rich, mellow liquid of golden wine, its scent exceptionally sweet.
Witch Tower had never seen anything like it and couldn't help but swallow.
