Accompanied by a rumbling, the stone gate slowly slid open to both sides, like the long-stagnant underground air restored to flow, a pungent smell shrouded in decay rushed towards him.
Fang Hong couldn't help but take a step back, while glancing at the triangular slate recessed within the stone wall.
The designer behind this stone door must be an Alchemist; operating it requires a certain multi-parallel capability, so it's no wonder that those three were busy here for half a day without opening this door.
However, he didn't feel particularly lucky because of this.
Fang Hong was silent for a moment, looking at the dark entrance, and instead thought, if the Descendants of Flor stopped here.
What about Eve?
Could it be that he'd really guessed wrong?
He couldn't help but glance at the Elf Miss beside him. Atira was also looking at the dark entrance, and reminded him: "Be careful, Ade."
Fang Hong nodded.
