A tremendous attraction suddenly descended on Zhang Rongfang, pulling him inward.
Swoosh!
In an instant, his vision blurred, and he once again entered that peculiar space shrouded in darkness.
Before him was a set of illuminated three-tier stone steps.
These three tiers were not contiguous but floated in mid-air, with several meters between each.
Floating in mid-air, Zhang Rongfang gazed at that white-glowing door.
"Finally... I've come in again."
Without hesitation, he flew closer, landing steadily on the first stone step.
'It's you...' Ling's voice came again.
"Two hundred years have passed, Spirit Master. How have you been?" Zhang Rongfang sincerely asked.
'I'm the same as ever.' Ling paused, 'You've grown quite fast! Just two hundred years, and you've reached this level. You're the third in your area.'
"The third? May I ask, Spirit Master, who were the first two? Were their names left behind?" Zhang Rongfang was slightly curious.
