The wind chimes of memories (11)

Han yichu gestured with his other hand, and then walked into the palace step by step.

Huang qingwu was led by han yichu.

"Qingwu, follow my footsteps. Don't go the wrong way."

"Oh!"

Huang qingwu had learned a lot of formations from the Black Dragon Gang, visited the haunted Hollow, and learned mechanisms and formations from Uncle Si Wuying. However, she realized that han yichu's every step was different from what she had learned before.

He kept walking and walking. After walking for an unknown number of steps, it was as if the fog in front of him had been cleared away, and he suddenly saw the light.

A mansion of the Republic of China suddenly appeared in front of him, making him feel as if he had traveled through time and space.

"Yichu, we didn't travel through time again, did we?"

Han yichu touched Huang qingwu's hair gently."You'll know when you go in."