Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Despite having many concerns, they don’t constantly arise.

In the Interlocutor’s uncontrollable surprise, the corridor is once again empty.

And observing the scene before him, Fu Qian blinked, confirming a certain suspicion.

Bright, no windows, more than half is metallic structure.

Undoubtedly, it’s an expensive underground construction.

Aside from the excellent ventilation despite the tight structure, a familiar metal table is even faintly recognizable.

If he remembered correctly, he once used it as a hidden weapon and threw it at a certain Night Watchman squad leader, was it someone surnamed Jiang?

Such irrelevant individuals, Fu Qian always dislikes wasting memory on them. While trying to recall, a Dark Gate at the corner surprisingly opens, a familiar face cautiously peeking out.

Who else could it be, it’s naturally Miss Wen who once sought enlightenment here.

Indeed, this is the underground of the Wen Family Mansion, the place where Lady Eve fell.