Chen Ku's eyes focused on Yang Pan's movements, watching as Yang Pan extended a few fingers, making a few twists on the ancient mirror. Astonishingly, a light curtain and array patterns emerged from within the mirror. After manipulating it continuously, the mirror suddenly refracted a tiny beam of light that landed beneath the light curtain at the hall's entrance.
In the blink of an eye, it was as if a scroll had unfurled, rolling up a gap half the height of a person in the light curtain.
"Hurry, I'm still not skilled with the array patterns, I can only hold it open for three breaths at most."
With that said, Yang Pan was the first to move swiftly, slipping inside.
Chen Ku's gaze flickered slightly, pondering for half a breath, and then followed, transforming into a stream of blood Qi, entering the stone hall.
Whirring~~~
