Yue Gengyang heaved a sigh of relief.
"As long as we're safe over here, that's all that matters!"
He handed Feng Yi a wet wipe to clean his face and said, "You must be tired, Bing has already prepared some food, you go rest first. Get a good night's sleep."
"There's a bit of damage in the room, it needs to be cleaned up," Feng Yi said.
"I'll do it, I'll clean it up," Yue Gengyang quickly replied.
With a heavy heart, Feng Yi left, and Yue Gengyang entered the room they were in before.
It seemed to be the same as before, as if nothing had changed.
Where was the damage?
Yue Gengyang walked a circle inside the room and then felt like something wasn't quite right.
He looked up.
In that room, one of the walls was adorned with colorful paintings, covered by a layer of delicate, elaborate ceramic tiles that served merely an aesthetic purpose.