Li Qing was silent for a while, hesitated, took a deep breath, and carefully stepped forward, holding his breath as he stepped in.
...
...
Dark!
Cold!
Whether it's the heavy clouds seeming to press down, or the somewhat pungent air smelling of decaying flesh.
The first thing that caught his eye was a boulevard paved with brownish-yellow bricks, with rows of unknown straight trees on each side. The leaves moved without wind, as if swaying gently to a rhythmic breath.
Though it seemed wrong to describe it this way, this was the feeling Li Qing had.
These trees were alive.
About fifty meters down the boulevard was an elaborate gate, made of stacked red bricks, with two large iron doors pushed outward, and a tall, sharp architectural structure appeared.
To Li Qing, the entire Magic Academy exuded gloom and malevolence, the classroom seemed like a lurking giant beast, ready to devour.
Most importantly, despite it being midnight, it was daytime here.
