The layout is three compartments.
The middle is the main door, and on both sides, there is a door in front of each pillar.
Three main doors, a total of six gates.
Each one seems to be washed in ink.
Dark, deep, to say the least.
There is also a strong sense of doom.
This is the common man's feeling.
In the perception of a common man like Jason, when he stepped onto the street near the "Six-Gate Sect," a gaze was already fixed on him, and by the time he reached the main door, this gaze had become threefold.
The latter two, compared to the exploration of the first, were entirely cold.
However, there was no malice.
Nor was there intent to kill.
Just the qualitative change formed by accumulated murderous aura over the years.
Clearly, the two trailing him were definitely the kind who had killed countless people.
Interrogators? Executioners?
Just as Jason was speculating, a door on the side of the Six-Gate Sect opened.
Feng Feiyu, dressed in purple, walked out.
"Mr. Mu."
