A stone archway slowly emerged, adorned with ancient and mysterious patterns that made anyone feel deeply uneasy at first glance.
Xia Feng teleported in front of the stone gate, holding the Heaven-Burying Sword vigilantly, ready to strike first no matter what might emerge once the door opened.
Among the group of women behind him, Xiao Qingxue's face was deathly pale, and the nearby Li Qingxue asked worriedly, "Qingxue, I noticed your face looked rather unwell just now, are you exhausted from the prolonged battle?"
Xia Feng also turned back, looking over with concern, and saw unmistakable fear in Xiao Qingxue's eyes.
Xia Feng was taken aback; the surrounding miasma had been completely dispelled by him, so why did Xiao Qingxue feel fear?
He looked at the stone gate, then at Xiao Qingxue, and his expression became cautious as well: "Qingxue, have you seen this stone gate somewhere before?"
