With that thought, Zheng Xiu led Feng Bei into the distorted entrance to the Rift.
Before they left, Feng Bei couldn't help but glance back at Zhu's head on the ground.
His gaunt features and wrinkled skin were a far cry from his original appearance. A withered lotus was imprinted between Zhu's brows. For some reason, Feng Bei found it strangely familiar.
'Like an elderly Zheng Xiu?'
For a moment, an absurd thought surfaced in Feng Bei's mind.
"Your Red King Mirror is flashing."
Zheng Xiu already had one foot inside the Rift. Feng Bei noticed the Red King Mirror at his waist was faintly glowing.
"The people at the foot of the mountain must be worried. Let's ignore them for now."
Once a Rift was opened, one had to enter as quickly as possible. Zheng Xiu had no time to worry about who was concerned down the mountain. In the blink of an eye, the two passed through a bizarre, kaleidoscopic tunnel. Mottled light streaked by, and they arrived in another space.
