Fortunately, King Shenluo was already bald, so he was spared from this trouble.
But now, the two of them had become more cautious, not daring to whisper even in small voices. They kept a part of their attention on Zhao Xing at all times, waiting for his instructions.
They only dared to walk where Zhao Xing walked, even mimicking his walking movements.
It was as if a group of cats walked through the snow, with the latter ones stepping into the footprints of the ones before them.
"It should be just ahead." Zhao Xing looked into the distance.
A hill with a high terrain suddenly appeared ahead, with a Shimen emerging from the mountain.
The Shimen was already in ruins, with many cracks appearing on it, and parts of the roof and palace walls were exposed around it.
The door and the palace walls were once intricately carved, but now the details were blurred, leaving only some vaguely human-like outlines.
Their eyes seemed to carry a ghostly gaze watching every being that neared.
