Xiao Lizi and Little Xuezi tossed one thick tree trunk after another into the black mud pit.
They formed a crude bridge of logs.
Pulling Feng Moxi along, Chaoyang was the first to step onto the logs and quickly leap across.
Seeing this, Nangong Zhi scrambled after them, afraid of being left behind.
In no time, they reached the high platform, where a large, tightly sealed door stood before them.
The high platform was covered in black sand and gravel. The gale that had been swirling overhead suddenly spiraled upward and vanished, disappearing to who knows where.
"Pfft," Chaoyang chuckled. "I went first across the mud pit. Brother Nangong, it's your turn now. After you!"
Nangong Zhi was once again at a loss for words.
'How is this the same?'
'It was obvious that whoever pushed the door open first would be the unlucky one. Who knew what lay behind it?'
Before Nangong Zhi could voice an opinion,
