"Stay alert," Alpha warned. "Man-made dungeons don't follow the usual rules as typical dimensional dungeons or instant dungeons. Because it follows the laws made by its creator, whatever the creator put into, during the creation, they will come into place. Fortunately, the creator couldn't bend the laws for himself or his allies either."
Lin Fang clenched his fists lightly, mana flickering faintly around his palm. "That's fine. It's not like I'm any important figure here. I'm just here to spectate."
The moment Lin Fang and Vivian crossed into the grand hall, his eyes fell on the scene. A dozen chandeliers floated above, flickering with an eerie golden hue. The light reflected against rows of dark oil paintings that lined the walls—portraits of men and women from some long-gone aristocracy. It really looked like a medieval castle.
