The two of them walked out of the narrow cave entrance one after the other, and what lay before them was a stone bridge.
It was unclear whether it was naturally formed or man-made.
There it lay, quietly spanning the gap, blending almost seamlessly with the surrounding environment.
Beneath the stone bridge was scalding magma, the red light they saw earlier in the cave was the firelight from the magma.
"King, I'll go ahead and take a look."
Having said that, Sanqian prepared to walk forward.
Yang Yan grabbed him, shook his head, and said:
"No need to go, the master of this place has already arrived."
"Who are you? What do you intend to do by coming here?"
Just as Yang Yan finished speaking, an old man with a head full of white hair suddenly appeared out of thin air at the other end of the bridge, wordlessly asking.
Upon seeing the man, both Yang Yan and Sanqian exchanged a shocked glance.
Their surprise wasn't due to the old man's strength.
