Chapter 2082: Chapter 2077: Dancer (23)

Squeak——

Amidst Ah Lian’s mystifying script, the door slowly opened under everyone’s anticipation, revealing the scene behind it.

Though dim, the few strands of starlight that shone through still highlighted the extraordinary contours of the space before them—

It looked like a Spirit Temple set in a workshop, denser with classical elements and even more splendid compared to the place visited during the day.

Meticulously crafted scenery, exquisite decorations, and outside, a deep expanse of water; the air blowing in through the small window carried the dampness of a lake.

In that moment, it felt as if they truly traversed hundreds of years, touching a strand of history—

"Your friend’s craftsmanship is impressive."

Of course, it was just a feeling.

While carefully admiring the scene before him, Fu Qian nodded slightly, offering a compliment to Ah Lian over yonder.

Certainly, it wasn’t some cult Priest or time-space guide, yet some people nearby seemed surprisingly shocked.

Even in the Supernatural World, thinking shouldn’t develop lazy habits.

Compared to Mysticism, many things can actually be explained by science first.

Uncertain of which part Ah Lian’s friend was responsible for, but this area before them was clearly akin to detailed stage scenery.

Even though the lights were still off, one could sense the care put into it at a glance.

None of the items were truly antiques, yet the marks on them appeared natural, and some specific items were even deliberately aged.

Perhaps Mr. Sanhao Sr. and the others had a point, not everyone had such an exaggerated ability to see in the Darkness like you do, who can discern such details so clearly—wrong.

It was merely a clumsy excuse for lacking professionalism.

Actually, just turning back for a look, even with poor eyesight, one could discover that another corner of the room was of a completely modern style.

Such a classic film studio setup.

Snap!

At this moment, Ah Lian seemed to have finally found the switch, the surroundings suddenly brightened.

"I thought so too, so I figured you might be interested, how do you feel?"

Upon hearing Fu Qian’s remarks, she turned around with a smile, consulting Mr. Sanhao Sr. and the others for their impressions.

...

"Very good, your friend must be an expert in this field."

This time, the quickest to react among the trio was surprisingly the captain.

Tonight, his emotions undoubtedly fluctuated several times.

Initially, some ambiguous expectations were unfulfilled, then he was stunned by the magical scene before him, and upon realizing it was a meticulously built scene as reminded, his initial feeling of disappointment didn’t even last long, as he too was deeply impressed by the professionalism reflected in it.

"Are we going to burn incense here later on?"

Amazed, he stepped forward, looking around without touching anything irresponsibly.

"To be precise, it’s about burning incense here as it was done hundreds of years ago."

Responding to such a reaction, Ah Lian evidently felt her intentions weren’t wasted, adding with a smile.

"This place recreates a building that vanished in history, the only certainty is that it once existed by this lake, and burning incense to offer blessings here was a privilege of the royal family.

"My friend was responsible for the design of this place, showed me the building process, and I liked it a lot, so later I thought it would be interesting to let you experience a royal privilege."

...

The warehouse’s good reviews weren’t undeserved, she truly was a dedicated leader.

Although this twist seemed unexpected, pondering over it, one would know that the destination being such a place is reasonable.

After all, as merely a tourism worker, it’s far-fetched to claim control over some unknown ancient relics.

And admittedly, it’s quite creative, even coming up with the idea of burning incense. For high-end tour guides, having a discerning eye is essential.

Also, don’t forget what the captain said, this wasn’t even part of the original plan, so Ah Lian purely thought it would be a good experience, trying to share it with the customers.

Even after the peril-free accident during the day, she covered additional costs herself.

And under such thoughtfulness, the most gratifying thing was not to be disappointed.

The captain was highly interested, let alone the other two.

"It’s thoughtful, truly an interesting idea... is it just this layer or are there other places?"

Mr. Sanhao Sr. praised sincerely, offering genuine praise.

"Not only that, they spent a lot of time building it."

Ah Lian shook her head, gesturing up and down.

"Considering the exact location and process of blessings are not determined, you can choose the place you prefer."

"Understood, rest assured, nothing will be damaged."

With this outcome, Mr. Sanhao Sr. was very satisfied, directly assuring without any reminder that there would be no destructive behavior.

"Me too."

Even the captain, rarely in agreement, made a declaration.

"I believe everyone, otherwise, I wouldn’t have arranged all this... now you can move freely, but remember, we only have an hour."

Ah Lian nodded, looking confident in her customers.

...

Formerly the royal exclusive blessing place? Truthfully, it doesn’t quite match today’s style.

While often dealing with artifact damage, it’s never out of malicious intent.

After making the same assurance to Ah Lian, Fu Qian walked through the shadows without even turning on the lights along the way.

And despite the dim vision, it didn’t hinder his appreciation of the surrounding scenery.

At the same time, the appreciation conclusion didn’t delay him from quickly entering the required state—following Ah Lian’s suggestion and embodying Anke Wenlan, attempting to walk through the recreated sacred place as the reborn Ancient King.

Moreover, beyond violation.

Fu Qian spread his palm, the pattern of three rings rapidly appeared on it, continuously evolving, including the special version on the dancers’ stomachs.

As the master of this authority, it wasn’t hard to determine that these patterns possessed certain effects, seemingly an impure manifestation?

However, that’s all; even though imprinted on himself this way, the one who desecrated authority remained quietly composed—like the Night Watchman, too.

Following the stairs upward, to a higher level, indeed, as Ah Lian mentioned, there was a new world.

Even extending a terrace by the lakeside, the light there was much better.

Reaching the top, despite the daytime lightning strike event, the night sky now had fewer clouds than before, remarkably clear.

But that’s alright, travel requires patience too.

Disregarding this serene scene, Fu Qian sat on the only chair, gazing at the shimmering lake.

"Why not light the incense?"

Here it comes?

This scene didn’t last long; shortly after, the voice belonging to Clara sounded from behind.

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