A Blade
As the door was being opened, a crunching sound from an old wooden door could be heard.
Thankfully, it was daytime. Otherwise, there would have been a ghastly feeling to it.
After opening the door, Chen Xiaolian felt a gust of cold wind greeting him and his entire body inexorably shuddered.
A flame the size of a bean flickered within the room.
The flickering flame was unable to fully illuminate the large room.
However, Chen Xiaolian was able to immediately notice a figure seated at the end of the room to the left of the door. The figure was facing the wall and had its back against Chen Xiaolian.
Chen Xiaolian made up his mind somewhat.
It would appear that he got it right.
He did not enter the wrong place.
After he walked into the room, the door behind Chen Xiaolian silently closed up.