It was a strange language, coarse and rather commanding.
After the camera adjusted to the light, Chen Xu finally saw the scene outside the door. Four people stood there, dressed in black armor, wearing helmets and holding weapons resembling broadswords. They showed great deference to the clone, half-hiding their bodies, conducting a peculiar form of etiquette.
The clone, without saying a word, walked out.
Outside was a huge square with odd patterns etched into the ground, covering the entire area.
Not far off, several massive circular columns resembled supports for an underground world.
The columns had lights on them, and the dazzling light was coming from there. Due to the brightness of these lights, it was impossible to see how tall the columns were; farther up, it was all darkness.
Because of the four people behind him, the clone did not look closely and walked straight ahead.
This square was vast, and apart from those four, no other people were visible.
