After reaching the shore, not far from the lake, was the museum entrance.
Located along the midline of the lake was the main entrance of the museum, which was tightly closed; each side had a slightly shorter side door. There were wooden thresholds and stone steps under the doors, and tall dark-red columns; the eaves of the door were tilted with brackets supporting them, and under the eaves corners were gargoyles, opening their big mouths towards the moon. Moonlight, like flowing water, cascaded from the sky, pouring into Little Dragon's mouth.
"The main entrance is not opened except on major holidays or for important guests," Xiao Xiao took everyone towards the side door on the left, whispering, "From now on, until we reach that mirror, none of you should speak. Let me handle the negotiations."
Zheng Qing was about to ask what he was negotiating at this late hour when suddenly a strong breeze swept overhead, and a rough and loud voice broke the quiet in front of the museum:
