The ancient castle stood like a silent giant beneath the night sky, its mottled walls covered in moss as if whispering tales of a distant past. Lu Chen stepped carefully into the castle, the rotting wooden door letting out a teeth-setting squeak as if warning intruders of their arrival. Inside, the light was dim, and the air was thick with dampness and a musty odor, mixed with some undefinable aura that involuntarily tightened Lu Chen's nerves.
He felt for a Luminous Pearl at his waist; its faint glow chased away some of the darkness and brought the scene before him into sharper focus. The floor of the hall was covered in dust and gravel, and the murals on the walls were so blurred that only some ancient magical symbols and patterns could be vaguely made out. Lu Chen squatted down, carefully observing the traces on the ground. As his fingertips brushed lightly against the residual magic powder, a familiar energy fluctuation traveled through his fingertips.
"It really is him," Lu Chen muttered low, a flash of cold light crossing his eyes. Frank's aura remained in this magic powder; though faint, it could not escape Lu Chen's keen perception. It seemed Frank had not completely vanished as they had imagined—he was lurking in the shadows, brewing a new conspiracy.
Chapter 132