Amidst the haze, Li Xin followed the Gold Market manager for a while. Dead silence hovered, and after another short walk, five towering gates loomed in sight, the rest shrouded in mist. The bronze gates, stained with rust, were engraved with cryptic symbols about immortality. Each inscription drew an eye-like pattern. One was too familiar to Li Xin, souls dancing—the lines and aura was something that startled him awake in past dreams.
——Secret Castle Association.
This must be the place Simmons mentioned. They entered through this place, and probably Luo Xue too.
The gates of the Secret Castle Association were tightly shut, not open at the moment, and the other four structures were the same, exuding an aura of ancient eternity. They each had different styles, none of which he recognized. Those appearing here must be of the same level of existence. Maybe at the next Round Table Conference, he could ask the knowledgeable Mr. Cancer to educate him.
