Ye Zexian
Long Bai did not talk too much and simply walked through the corridors of the Calamity Palace. His aura was calm and completely reserved, he looked like a man slowly approaching old age walking normally with nothing to stand out about him. However, Xie Feng knew very well that the middle-aged man in front of him was everything except normal and ordinary.
As he walked a few steps behind Long Bai, Xie Feng was again lost in his own thoughts as the same feeling of tranquility and peace that he felt the first time he entered this place enveloped him again.
Suddenly, the voice of Long Bai, who had been silent for some minutes, brought Xie Feng to his senses:
"What do you think about this place?"
Long Bai did not look back and continued to move forward in silence, so after thinking for a moment, Xie Feng looked at one of the paintings hanging on the murals and answered honestly: