Just when he was wondering if Xuan Ying had also lost his way, Xuan Ying suddenly stopped without warning.
Xiao Jie revealed his figure, looking at the smooth jade wall that seemed identical to the surroundings, then at Xuan Ying. "Why did you stop running? Is this the 'entrance'?"
Xuan Ying quietly crouched in front of the wall, its compound eyes intently staring at the wall, as if confirming something.
Xiao Jie stepped forward, carefully touching the wall with his hand; it felt cold and hard, identical to elsewhere. He unleashed a sliver of Spiritual Sense to explore, unable to detect any information as expected.
"What's going on here..." he muttered, refusing to give up, placing both hands on the wall, feeling, pressing, and perceiving from left to right, top to bottom, inch by inch.
Suddenly, at chest height, there was an incredibly faint and different sensation at his fingertips!
