As soon as Tang Yue stepped out of that small rudimentary hut, she mysteriously found herself in the dwarven royal city's central square again.
Surprisingly, she was even in her dwarven disguise without her doing anything.
"What technique did the old man use just now?" Tang Yue dazedly pondered. "And where the hell is everyone?"
The central square was now almost deserted, except for a few dwarven soldiers patrolling here and there.
Since Tang Yue had been in a trance, she had no idea about what had happened or the commotion she had inadvertently caused.
So naturally, she was unaware of the reason why the typically bustling city's center now looked like a graveyard.
Tang Yue frowned slightly but first, she decided to pay attention to more important things.
"Old man?" She called out inwardly and waited for a while but there was no response from the other end.