In the blink of an eye, when Yang Xiao focused his gaze again, the pair of legs had vanished, replaced by Tang Zerun standing there, one foot already raised, ready to step over the threshold.
At this moment, the leaders of the two rows, Nalan Shuo and Zhang Songde, had arrived at the positions marked on the yellow paper, located between the two thickest pillars. The two stood in succession, and Yang Xiao, following closely behind Nalan Shuo, immediately slowed his steps. However, Xiang Fengchen, who was normally two steps ahead of Yang Xiao, uncharacteristically picked up pace instead of slowing down.
Bowing slightly, the Longevity Hall was quite dim inside, and Yang Xiao faintly saw an irregular black mark on the ground about half a meter in front of him. It looked like the residue left by something burnt. Without hesitation, he stepped forward onto it; this was his place for the night.