Yang Guo's true nature was lively and restless, eager to try anything, while that disciple's true nature was probably simply curious.
Su Jiu was glad there were no two-faced, double-dealing people on her team. Otherwise, everything would probably have descended into chaos by now.
Meanwhile, with the help of the pill Su Jiu had given her, Yang Guo's aura was slowly settling down.
Su Jiu wondered whether those affected had even noticed the influence on them. What about her, then? Had she unknowingly come under the same influence without realizing it?
Meanwhile, Little Green turned his attention back to the hidden patterns on the doors.
He bobbed in midair for a long time without speaking, clearly pondering something.
At this point, Yun Huanling could not resist nudging Su Jiu's arm. "What's he doing? Opening the doors with his mind?"
Su Jiu was speechless. Opening the doors with his mind, my ass.
"A Jiu, are we going in?"
Yun Huanling asked as casually as if he were asking, "Want something to eat?" or "Want some water?"
The corner of Su Jiu's mouth twitched slightly. "The power of the laws is involved. Clearly, the Heavenly Dao doesn't permit cultivators to enter this Palace. Don't tell me you have a way?"
Yun Huanling paused, then rubbed his nose and said nothing.
Little Green, however, suddenly spoke again.
"Perhaps you really can enter this place."
Su Jiu looked up and could not help asking, "What do you mean by that?"
"The power of the laws attached to the Palace has been weakened."
Su Jiu froze for a moment. "Weakened!?"
Everyone knew that all the power of the laws in this world came from the Heavenly Dao. There could only be two explanations for the weakening of the Palace's power of the laws: either the