The group pushed open the heavy doors of the ruins, and an ancient, musty odor washed over them like a surging tide, carrying with it the sighs of passing ages and countless untold secrets. Beyond the threshold lay a sprawling hall, its walls inlaid with faintly glowing gemstones that flickered in the dim space like sparse stars in a night sky. The floor was paved with weathered stone slabs, every single one etched with cryptic runes that seemed to speak of antiquity, waiting silently to be deciphered.
"This place doesn't look very friendly," Lifeng muttered with a frown. Built like a moving mountain with his sturdy frame and bulging muscles, he gripped his giant axe, which gleamed with a cold light as if thirsting for battle.
Zhang Yue walked forward cautiously, his slender figure resembling a graceful bamboo stalk in the wind. His cyan robes stood out sharply in the gloomy surroundings, the hem fluttering gently to lend him an air of effortless elegance. His vigilant eyes swept the area with a blend of firmness and caution. "Everyone be careful, there might still be danger." His low, steady voice echoed through the empty hall like the bell of an ancient temple.
Chapter 131