A puzzled noise escaped him, and Tang Ye realized that the surrounding noise filling his ears seemed to have disappeared—it was terrifyingly quiet, quiet enough to involuntarily make the hair on the back of his neck stand on end.
Turning his head to look in the direction of the left corridor, though he couldn't make out the further situation, the walls hadn't closed in, nor had they even started to close, and he could not see Lu Xiaojie's figure either...
"It seems I've been teleported somewhere else..."
Subconsciously wanting to do something, that sensation of forgetfulness hit him, leaving Tang Ye befuddled for a moment, before he eventually carried the candle and walked deeper into the room.
As he moved, the candlelight gradually illuminated another part of the room—other than the exquisite decorations of the Lan Ou Middle Ages nobility lining the wall, there was nothing else suspicious.
