"Something seemed to be wrong!"
The moment Zuo Tianhang and the other two stepped forward, they suddenly noticed something and sharply turned around.
Their perfectly synchronized movements made them all certain that something was amiss.
But what exactly was wrong?
As they pondered.
They all saw Qin Shaofeng pulling Xian Xiaoying forward.
One step per stair.
Although they had only just reached the four-hundredth stair, where the illusions were at their simplest, even the fastest among the three needed three breaths to break through them.
Yet what they saw was this.
As Qin Shaofeng pulled Xian Xiaoying onto one stair, golden light flashed from his left hand. Golden light also flashed from Xian Xiaoying's right hand. With a sweep, their other feet did not even land on that stair before stepping directly onto the next one.
"What's going on? Those are illusion stairs, all right?"
"Every stair holds an illusion. Without killing what is inside the illusion, it is simply impossible to pass, all right?"
"How could they advance so casually, as though they had encountered no obstruction whatsoever?"
"It isn't just the two of them. The others don't seem to have been affected much either."
"No, someone has been affected. Xian Mengyao has been affected. She doesn't have that golden light on her hands."
The three took in every detail of Qin Shaofeng's group.
Yet what left them speechless was this.
Xian Mengyao, who ought to have been moving slowly, had her left hand held by Chu Huan and her right hand held by Ge Wantao.
Though this slowed the two of them considerably, they still paused once per step and needed at most three waves of their hands before stepping onto the next stair.
That kind of speed was simply beyond comparison.
"How is this possible? How can