For the time being, Yan Xiaobao stared at the room before him. His face was cold and stern, while his heart beat irregularly. Stepping into a room like this seemed perilous, directly opposing everything he stood for, but he knew he had no other choice. He slowly stepped forward.
The moment he intervened, nothing happened. No energy began brewing, no traps were triggered. In fact, nothing whatsoever occurred. The room was identical to before. Another step into the room yielded the same result.
"Could the passing of time have caused the traps to fail?" Yan Xiaobao mused to Lan Feng, but the Phoenix was just as powerless as he was. Neither of them had even the faintest idea why the room felt so empty.
