The air was thick with the heavy scent of roses. Suddenly, a roaring fire erupted before Shang Yu, casting a scorching light. As time passed, the flames flickered, dimmed, and finally died away completely.
When stillness returned, he found himself standing before a tightly shut door.
He knew perfectly well that he was in a dream. Furthermore, for some inexplicable reason, he felt a powerful intuition: he did not want to see what lay behind that door.
Chapter 297