On the wall, an ancient candlestick carved with intricate patterns hung silently, with the candlelight flickering and the tears of wax mottled, hanging down like sharp icicles, giving off an inexplicably creepy sensation.
The flickering pearly light cast the darting shadows of the art students on the wall, distorted like loaches squirming in boiling water. This interplay of light and shadow intertwined with the bustling noise abruptly transported one back to an ancient era of chaos and war.
It was certain that this was a corridor inside the Art Building's castle rather than somewhere around the Watchtower; as to whether it was in the tower's corridor, Lin Yi couldn't make a judgment.
At this moment, Maozi was still following the crowd up the steps.
Regrettably, after several rounds of observation, Lin Yi couldn't find any device to tell the time.
Clocks, commonly seen around the campus, were nowhere to be seen here.