Lost (1)

Standing in this huge square, Song Wei finally felt how small she was.

The square was the size of three football fields, surrounded by smooth circular stone walls. The stone walls were distributed with countless holes like beehives, and each hole corresponded to a tunnel. Above them was a chaotic ceiling, and the light above it was like stars.

In such an environment, anyone would feel like they were in a dream.

Soon, Song Wei realized that the floor of the square was as smooth as a mirror. There were no cracks on the ground, as if it was a whole. She did not know what the ground was made of, but it had a warm Jade texture.

If it was such a big piece of Jade, it would be too terrifying.

Song Wei could not imagine where on earth could produce such a large piece of Jade.

Compared to Song Wei, Xia ruofei's focus was different.

He had always been on high alert because the faint sense of danger in his heart had not dissipated.