Chen Hao paid no attention to the two women as he studied the wall covered in secret techniques. This was no rubbing, but the Chan Sect's supreme secret art. Had they actually left it behind back then? Or had they deliberately kept it here?
Even in those days, only a handful of people had been allowed to practice a supreme secret art like this, yet it had been left here in plain sight.
Chen Hao told Chen Siyao and Yang Wanqing to step back, then stood before the iron wall. He pressed his right hand against it and closed his eyes.
The Qiankun Bag opened, and an invisible suction surged from his palm, enveloping the entire iron wall.
The ground began to shake, and a humming sound echoed through the cave. Loose stones fell from the ceiling, striking the ground and sending up clouds of dust.
Under Chen Siyao's and Yang Wanqing's stunned gazes, the fifty-meter-tall iron wall slowly pulled free of the rock face. Its base lifted off the ground with a dull metallic scrape.
The iron wall floated into the air and slowly shrank. Then the entire black iron wall turned into a streak of light and flowed through Chen Hao's palm, disappearing completely into the Qiankun Bag.
"!!!"
Chen Siyao and Yang Wanqing were utterly dumbfounded. Their eyes widened in disbelief as they stared fixedly at Chen Hao's Qiankun Bag.
Yang Wanqing rubbed her eyes, then pinched her cheek, wincing in pain. "I'm not dreaming, am I? Master put the whole wall in there?"
"Brother, your Qiankun Bag is ridiculously big!" Even Chen Siyao could not help exclaiming.
Chen Hao did not turn around. His gaze fell on what the vanished wall had revealed. Once he saw the sight before him clearly, even his heart, unruffled and