As the billowing dust slowly settled down, the original four houses had disappeared.
What appeared in front of Liu Zixuan and Madman Zhou was a two-story small palace.
This palace was quite similar to the two-story pavilions outside, entirely made of wood. There were many colorful signs with a traditional flavor at the edges of the second-floor roof.
Madman Zhou exclaimed, "This is the tribute hall of the Lanlou Ancient Country!"
"Tribute hall?" Liu Zixuan asked in confusion.
"It's not hard to explain!"
Madman Zhou gave a smug smile: "In many ancient nations, especially small ones like Lanlou, they had their own totems or deities they worshipped. It's actually similar to Star Sea's totem, which is the dragon, in a certain sense!"
"Lanlou Ancient Country worshipped the moon. During times of war, they longed for peace and light. The night was terrifyingly dark, but there was always the moon to shine upon the land. So they felt the moon saved them."
