Upon hearing this, Luo Xiu's gaze turned slightly solemn as he turned and looked at the dragon chair in front of the hall, which was larger than a bed, with an expression of contemplation.
He then resolutely stepped forward, planning to explore further.
Natuoyasi floated behind him like a ghost.
One step, two steps, three steps...
Luo Xiu slowly ascended the sloping steps, getting closer and closer to the dragon chair.
For some reason, he suddenly felt a bit nervous.
As he approached the dragon chair, he could vaguely sense a faint soul aura, even a sense of oppression.
Vaguely, his left eye could see a very blurred "person" sitting on the dragon chair, looking at him expressionlessly.
But when he finished climbing the steps and stood before the dragon chair, he found it empty.
On the chair surface, as wide as a big bed, there were only intricate and profound runes.
