The magnificent palace was right in front of them, its golden light stinging their eyes, yet the palace exuded a bone-chilling cold, as if a wave of icy air was rushing toward them. Lu Yao could not help shivering as this cold pierced straight through her clothes and deep into her bones.
Surrounding them, mist swirled like a thin gauze, enveloping the palace. The fog filled their vision, blurring their sight and adding an air of mystery and danger.
Lu Yao's heart pounded wildly, the sound echoing in her ears like rolling drums as tension and anticipation intertwined.
Chapter 28