Li Qing was silent for a moment, hesitated a bit, took a deep breath, and carefully stepped forward, holding his breath as he entered.
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Dark!
Cold!
Whether it was the heavy, dark clouds seemingly about to press down, or the air with a slightly pungent smell, there was a scent of rotting flesh.
The first thing that caught his eye was a road paved with ochre bricks, bordered by tall, unknown trees, whose leaves swayed gently as if breathing rhythmically with some unseen force.
Although it might be a strange description, that's how Li Qing felt.
These trees were alive.
And fifty meters down this road stood a carefully constructed gate, clearly made of red bricks built one on top of another, with two large iron gates opening outward, revealing a huge, towering structure.
To Li Qing, this so-called Magic Academy exuded a sense of gloom and malice, like a massive beast lurking, ready to devour.
