This door...
It was almost the most familiar stretch of road in this city, and Fu Qian walked smoothly ahead.
Until he reached the base of the Prophet Mansion, there was no more ambush like the one from the anonymous Demigod, cunning yet confused.
Even the colors black, white, and gray didn't appear again, as Ashfall was left behind.
The biggest commotion triggered along the way was merely due to the excessively cool armor, drawing the attention of the natives.
Even upon reaching the destination, there was almost no gaze anymore.
The crowd of pilgrims here remained dense, yet their attention was evidently drawn.
The focus of their gaze was conspicuously the door on the building that had been watched for days on end.
Logically, not everyone would have sufficient eyesight to discern details under such lighting.
But clearly, everyone staring could sense something.
The subtle black, white, and gray did not merely bring visual effects.
