C663 The Black Cloud in the Ancestral Mansion
The rustic door creaked open, and a plume of dust assaulted their faces.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
Dung Zibao was sent into a fit of coughing by the dust, while Zhao Dong covered his mouth and nose, peering into the space beyond.
A courtyard unfolded behind the door, complete with ornamental mountains and meandering streams, all crafted with exquisite care.
Regrettably