A pair of imposing security personnel stood by the private entrance, guns in hand. Huang waved his hand, and after entering a special fingerprint on the wall, the iron door slowly opened.
Huang stepped inside, and the iron door automatically closed behind him.
After a short passageway, here was the true entrance to the ancient royal family. Standing at the doorway and peering inside, one could see the pitch-black palace buildings appearing even more mysterious under the night sky, like a secret ghostly market, where undead spirits of the royal members of the Yeh Clan and the Death imperial concubines have resided for thousands of years.
