Chu Zheng walked on with his head down, suddenly his expression became somewhat dazed, as the world before him flipped and transformed.
The grand hall suspended in the air, the Nine Heavens Gang Wind condensed into a glass-like barrier around it, jade columns glowed with a soft light, spiritual mist like gauze, sometimes gathering, sometimes dispersing like fog and clouds.
"This... this..."
Chu Zheng, amazed, looked around, quickly stepped forward, gently stroking the dragon patterns on the columns:
"This... this architecture style of which dynasty exactly? I don't think I've seen it before..."
For a long time, he came back to his senses, recalling the memories in his mind, somewhat hesitant.
Everything before his eyes seemed dreamlike in its beauty.
Regarding previous memories, he felt somewhat unclear, vaguely remembering only that after he repaired a piece of porcelain from the previous dynasty, he went home as usual and then immediately fell asleep.
