The feeling of weightlessness as they passed through the Light Gate vanished in an instant.
Fang Cheng's feet landed once again on the damp muddy ground at the bottom of the well.
The surroundings returned to their cold, damp state, with the familiar sound of dried bones cracking underfoot.
The two walked back along the dark passage, quickly reaching the bottom of the dried well.
Looking up, the top of the well was about a dozen meters above.
Moonlight poured down from above, outlining the well mouth into a bright circle, making the surrounding area appear even more deep and mysterious.
Cheng Jiashu tightened the straps of his backpack over his shoulder, walked to the wall, and reached for footholds between the moss-covered bricks, preparing to climb up bare-handed.
"No need to bother."
Fang Cheng stopped him, taking two steps forward.
He lifted the heavy backpack filled with ancient gold bars with his left hand and directly grasped Cheng Jiashu's arm with his right hand.
