The Picture

As the dust cleared away, the ceremonial hall became visible again. There was still some fuzziness here and there, but not as much as before. Meanwhile, asides from Mi Rong, Jun Kai, Xue Li and the pile of the fallen ceiling, the entire room was frozen in time, just like how it was before in the beginning...

Nevertheless, Mi Rong brushed off the dust that was in her way. She took a look up the ceiling and could see the huge hole that was made. With squinted eyes, she observed the pile of concrete in front of her. There she saw something that had caught her attention. One of her brows was raised up in an arch, who was daring to obstruct her way?