Ling Yun's clone then approached one side of the bed, touching the colorful plants on the side. "Why did the old dragon keep these plants here? I don't know Huang Hao well, but I'm sure she's not a woman who likes such plants."
"Haha." Peng Tianlei laughed at that. "I think the old dragon kept them here not because of my leader, but he did it because of Huang Lingzhu."
Ling Yun's clone wore a strange look, especially since everything he knew about Huang Lingzhu indicated that she was a cold and cruel woman. He found it difficult to believe that a woman like her would like the colorful plants in front of him. He immediately disregarded the colorful plants and scanned the entire room, sensing something unusual emanating from the altar at the far end.
Ling Yun's clone immediately approached the altar and tried to reach forward. To his surprise, an invisible barrier blocked his hand, but he could not see inside with his void eyes. "Tianlei, try touching this."
