Su Jing's facial features were all scrunched up, his heart pounding like a drum.
"Mr. Duan, Mr. Duan, I, I don't dare go in." Su Jing heard the faint female voice from inside and almost cried as he spoke to Duan Feihan beside him.
But he had obviously sought help from the wrong person; Duan Feihan was never a man who comforts others.
He glanced sideways with a cold tone: "Go in."
Su Jing's face turned pale with fear. Didn't he hear what the disciples outside were saying? Just now, a servant of the Blood Clan accidentally fell inside and was struck by lightning, now it is unknown whether they are alive or dead.
Duan Feihan furrowed his sword-like brows slightly, raised his hand and patted Su Jing's shoulder, causing him to rush in uncontrollably.
Duan Feihan lowered his gaze, glanced at the high threshold, and suddenly stepped over it.
The path was unobstructed.
Su Jing stumbled a few steps, almost falling to the ground, attracting everyone's attention.
