Zhou Qing had no choice, his pupils suddenly transformed into scarlet double pupils, directly piercing through the restriction to look.
He saw a cluster of palaces layered upon each other, built along the mountains, with faint Spirit Patterns circulating between flying eaves and intricate archways.
The most striking of all was the massive, pitch-black main hall at the center.
Atop the hall was a lifelike bronze Qilin statue, its eyes inlaid with fist-sized crimson gemstones that emitted a sinister glow under the moonlight.
"That is the ancestral shrine of the Nangong Family," Sikong Yan pointed to an inconspicuous side hall behind the main hall, "The treasury is just beneath that. On the surface, it looks quite ordinary, but actually..."
Before he finished speaking, a melodious bell suddenly rang out.
