Squeak...
High in the sky, on the fourth floor of the giant tower, a decayed, black wooden door opened.
Wind and snow blew in, and the snow's light reflected inside.
Bai Mo's gaze also fell inside.
There was a round table, surrounded by ten people, each wearing robes and crowns.
They all wore smiles, turning their heads towards the door, towards Bai Mo.
Thick dust covered their shoulders and clothes.
A dense web of dust connected their bodies and chairs, arms and the table.
As if for thousands of years, apart from turning their necks and the expressions on their faces, they had not moved...
Their bodies sat in chairs.
Their arms rested on the table.
Their robes were even covered by dust, masking their original color.
Below their necks, it was as if throughout these millennia, they had never moved.
They opened their mouths, chaotic laughter spilling out, layer upon layer, reaching Bai Mo.
Seeing the five-colored flames on Bai Mo, their eyes shone brightly!
"Hahaha!"
