After two hours, almost no one else entered. Clearly, those who had failed to make it through had ultimately succumbed to the temptations offered by the illusory images and become trapped inside forever. Not everyone, however, understood the reason.
"Xiao Tian entered the illusory images at the same time as us. Why hasn't he come out yet?" The junior disciple craned his neck, searching for his companion as he muttered to himself.
There were, of course, several others like him present.
Even around Zhang Bingchun, several Zhang Family disciples were whispering among themselves.
"You heard that voice when you went in, didn't you...?"
"I did. That voice nearly fooled me, but when I remembered Senior Su saying it was only a doorway, I immediately came to my senses. Still, whoever created this palace was downright vile. Even a mere doorway had a trap like that waiting for us."
"Even so, two of the disciples who entered at the same time as us still haven't appeared..."
Zhang Bingchun's expression was grim. As the Zhang Family Young Master, he had a duty to protect his family's disciples, yet his negligence had still cost lives...
While Zhang Bingchun's expression darkened, Chong Mo was also shaken by lingering fear. At the time, he had nearly followed that voice. Only when he thought of Ye Wanqing had he abruptly come to his senses.
When he looked at the golden doorway again, it was already a considerable distance away.
Beneath his feet lay a membrane. Although he did not know what it was, he had a vague premonition that if he had truly passed through it then, there would have been no turning back.
Recalling what had happened within the illusory images, many people looked grim, and their wariness of the palace rose another notch.
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