Everyone knows that the entrance to the ruins is a real pain in the neck.
Entering is always smooth as silk, but getting out is a struggle.
Take Xu Shu right now, for example—the moment he passed through the stone gate, he felt like he was squeezing through a narrow passage, almost flattened.
The group had no choice but to go from walking side by side to single file, one after another.
Xu Shu, tall and burly, forcibly widened the path at the front, moving with heavy steps, slowly advancing.
Dozens of steps were required before there was just enough room for a single person to pass.
Another few dozen and two could pass side by side, close together.
A few more, and three could walk through without hindrance.
Before long, they emerged one by one from the narrow passageway, and in front of them was another stone gate—it all seemed like an illusion.
But it wasn't an illusion; they had actually left Gu Pan's small ruins and gone from the inside to the outside.
