C63 A Piglike Teammate

At the end of the corridor lay a spacious area. In this expanse stood a solitary grand hall, an odd sight indeed. "Luo Yang Hall," Zhao Lin whispered to himself, squinting at the faded lettering on the hall's plaque. The entire structure exuded an air of antiquity, its tiles and stone pillars bearing the marks of time, a testament to the palace's ancient origins.

Li Yuan hesitated