In the cramped space, the dust finally settled.
The armor fell heavily to the ground, motionless. The black mist inside the armor was finally consumed, burning into a purple flame, and ultimately vanished into nothingness, with nothing more occurring.
Only then did Fang Hong have time to observe the surroundings—beyond the heavy stone gate, the space was not large, even narrower than the space in front of the stone gate. It was already at its limit to accommodate this piece of armor.
Behind it, there was a stone throne. The armor was originally positioned upon that throne, with a stone rack on its side, where the great sword was placed.
Apart from that, there was nothing behind the stone gate. Fang Hong inspected carefully, yet found no valuable clues. But was such a heavy stone gate merely designed to enclose this armor?
With this thought in mind, he turned back, refocusing his gaze on the armor.
