From the palace's jade tiles, smooth and as good as new, to the exquisite and resplendent frescoes and reliefs, and even the bricks and stones found everywhere, one can tell how magnificent and luxurious this palace once was.
Zhao Sheng glanced at the abandoned palace complex in front of him, concealed his own will fluctuations, and carefully slid inside, simultaneously releasing his original spirit sense to explore the surroundings.
After walking inside for a moment, Zhao Sheng raised an eyebrow, lightly leaned back against a broken wall, and his figure suddenly merged into the wall, disappearing without a trace.
Bang, bang!
Two breaths later, a series of heavy footsteps sounded from the corner of the wall, and a massive white puppet measuring several feet tall suddenly appeared in the abandoned corridor not far away. The puppet walked forward slowly, as if patrolling.
