C840 The Territory of the Spirit Sect

Feng Yixiu exerted himself to push open the heavy door of the aged building, which groaned ominously in protest.

Thankfully, it was broad daylight—had it been night, the mere act of opening that door might have terrified someone out of their wits.

Surveying the building's interior, Feng Yixiu couldn't help but admire it. Aside from a generous layer of dust, the place was nearly impeccable