"What is this? A mirror world?"
Unlike the dry land outside, the soil inside the gate was somewhat moist, as if it had been soaked for years on end.
"Hm? Xu Yi, why did you bring this kid in!" A voice, old yet powerful with a hint of surprise, came from the mist.
As everyone moved forward, the fog dissipating for hundreds of miles around Zhou Yuqing, they finally saw the source of the voice.
An elder with silver hair as old as the voice, exuding an awe-inspiring presence, had a knife similar yet different from the one in Xu Yi's hand placed beside him.
Now, this elder was sitting on a large rock in front of Liang Yi and the others, with a bonfire burning fiercely in front of him, its intense heat felt from afar.
In the elder's hand was a stick, speared with a chicken that had been roasted until oil sizzled on its skin.
