"I've brought the person."
On the inevitable path to the workshop, Oz kept walking, heading straight to the door and shouted inside.
"Come on, it's your time to shine."
Without even waiting for a response, he turned around the next moment, looked at Fu Qian who was curiously gazing around, and made a gesture signaling him to go inside.
"Alright."
Fu Qian clearly had no resistance to this and stepped into the door gladly.
Standing inside the room, he felt a different vibe from the outside.
This was a rather spacious room. Although the structure was more orthodox, it was as empty inside as the places he explored before.
At this moment, the lines and patterns glowing in the darkness were not confined to the walls, but evenly spread across various places.
So much so that these dead objects smeared there seemed to have a faint vitality of life.
"Welcome—"
As Fu Qian was observing, along with a long sigh, a voice unmistakably belonging to a female rose from the darkness.
