Everyone cautiously approached the ruins. The massive doors were tightly shut, standing like a silent Guardian and exuding an ancient, mysterious aura. Crafted from heavy black rock, the doors were carved with bizarre patterns and runes, as if recounting a tale from a distant era.
Zhang Yue gazed at the doors, pondering how to open them. Dressed in black, his posture was as upright as a pine, his dark garments fluttering gently in the wind. Beneath his sword-like brows, his eyes were deep and resolute, resembling cold stars twinkling in the night sky. He tightly gripped the longsword in his hand, its blade emitting a faint glow.
Huowu could no longer contain her impatience. Clad in fiery red like a burning blaze, her pretty face was filled with eagerness and irritation. "What are we dragging our feet for? Just push it open!" Her crisp voice sounded exceptionally loud before the silent ruins.
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