"Boom!"
Heather stood on a moss-covered rock, the water curtain automatically parted from both sides of her head. She held a delicate crystal chisel in her hand. Each time she struck the small door before her, it would tremble violently, causing large areas of light patterns to shatter like cracks.
Heather's face was expressionless as she struck the small door again and again. The cracks on the door grew more numerous, yet she seemed oblivious to them.
At some moment, the small door abruptly opened from the inside out, revealing a tall and graceful figure from behind the door.
The young man behind the door had an exceptionally handsome face and a cold demeanor. His eyes were a mysterious gold-red, like molten gold flowing and swirling inside, exuding a powerful, domineering, and ancient noble aura.
Facing those eyes, Heather involuntarily had her breath taken away, her heart fluttering, and she took a subconscious step back, a moment of bewilderment flashing across her face.
