The scene in front of them twisted and turned into darkness. Then, as the dark tide receded, the surroundings were utterly different.
Michael and Yan Jiushi were standing in front of a palace one moment, and the next, they found themselves in an ancient and magnificent great hall.
The grandeur of the hall was staggering. With ordinary human vision, one could not even see the walls at the end of it; only stone pillars adorned with embossed dragon figures were visible.
Michael gazed downward, noting that the pattern of mythical beasts from before now expanded to an infinitely larger scale, enveloping the floor of the great hall.
Each hair of the mythical beast was much bigger than Michael himself.
"Weren't we invited to meet your Master? Where is he?"
Although there was no movement in the wind or grass, a strong sense of crisis seeped into Yan Jiushi's heart. He was on full alert, ready to retreat with Michael at any sign of trouble.
"Our Master has arrived."