Chapitre 939: Chapter 1: Going Home

Pushing open the door, he was greeted by a pitch-dark corridor, with patches of light vaguely visible in the distance.

The damp wall plaster mixed with the scent of rust and moldy wood rushed into Zheng Qing's nostrils, causing him to sneeze uncontrollably.

"Achoo!"

With that sneeze, the iron door behind him closed slowly.

It blocked the light from behind and also cut off the distant bell sounds of Westminster Abbey.

"Such a strong sense of déjà vu," the young cost student chuckled softly, no longer uneasy like the last time but adeptly pulling out his Law book, flipping to the first page, and softly chanting:

"Hou Bi Xiao Xing, three, and five in the east!"

Three and five points of twinkling starlight appeared suddenly in front of Zheng Qing, like a horde of giant fireflies joyously dancing, drawing beautiful traces of light through the dark basement corridor and brightly illuminating the surroundings.