Behind this grand door lay the private quarters of the City Lord, yet even so, its sheer expanse surprised Yan Xiaobao.
The accompanying city guards were left outside the East Splendor Gate to rest at the military camp for the next few days.
Bu Huang, Rong Ming, Rong Xing, and Yan Xiaobao proceeded together, reaching one corner of the City Lord's Attic building. Along the way, Yan Xiaobao was placed on the ground and instructed to remain behind, lest his presence disrupt the magical creatures within the stables. He obediently complied, taking in the breathtaking surroundings that made him feel as though he had traveled back in time.
"This style has been around for thousands of years in this world," Lan Feng murmured, his voice carrying a quiet introspection, only speaking now that they were truly alone. "Its popularity in your world is likely due to some expert visiting this plane and bringing back designs or concepts."
