Tan Yueqing seemed to understand something and did not continue with what she had been about to say. Instead, she asked, "Aren't we going in together?"
Yuan Xi said softly, "Both of us are injured, so we won't go in and hold our fellow Daoists back."
Every word she spoke seemed to be for Bei Chenzhu and the others' sake.
Tan Yueqing was somewhat speechless, suddenly realizing that every person from Zonglei Peak was sharper than the last.
Bei Chenzhu's group of five swiftly dealt with the puppets within the space. When they emerged, they happened to hear Yuan Xi's words.
For a moment, the five wore very different expressions.
With the puppets dead, the spatial restriction ahead vanished at once.
Bei Chenzhu raised a hand in invitation. "Fellow Daoists, let us continue onward."
Yuan Xi smiled as she walked toward the door before them. Tan Yueqing also silently followed Yuan Xi's lead, managing her expression well.
Yuan Xi raised her hand and struck the great door carved with elaborate patterns with a spell. The attack was silently swallowed by the door made of yellow sand.
Her brows drew together slightly as she attacked again, this spell far stronger than the first.
Yet it was still silently swallowed by the door.
The Eastern Continent cultivator beside her ran out of patience and shoved Yuan Xi aside. "I'll do it!"
"With those little spells of yours, would you even leave a mark on the door if you kept at it until next year?!"
His tone dripped with disdain.
He raised his hand and slammed a palm seal against the yellow-sand door.
Spiritual energy surged through the surroundings and crashed into the door, causing a violent tremor. Both the ground and the ceiling shook fiercely.
Rather than worrying, the man who had