The seemingly ordinary mountain suddenly split open from the middle, creating a massive gap.
From a distance, it looked as if someone had forcefully cleaved the mountain apart with a weapon, creating a passageway.
As soon as the passage opened, a draft blew out from the crack, carrying a faint scent of blood.
Having learned from that unknown man's words that she was from the Dark Hall, Yun Ran was already prepared for the possibility that she might not be a good person.
Now, facing the reality here, Yun Ran's heart still sank.
The fact that the draft carried such a scent of blood was enough to prove that much blood had been shed here.
A faint sense of repulsion crept into Yun Ran's heart, and in her mind, two little figures were fighting.
One was a wicked little figure, shouting, "What's wrong with being bad?" while the other, a well-behaved figure, said, "One shouldn't be too ruthless."
