Immediately, Li Zhiyuan and Tan Wenbin stepped out of the room, casting one last glance at the three closed doors, or more precisely, the two doors that couldn't be opened.
"Snap!"
A snapping of the fingers.
Li Zhiyuan ended his journey through the underworld, and his vision returned to normal.
Tan Wenbin also opened his eyes, feeling as if he had just woken from a sleep, his head throbbing.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Cracks appeared on the small lion statues placed on the ground, and the bronze swords hanging above them fell, dispersing the sealing array.
Through the crack of the door, they could see everyone inside waking up. Standing in the center, Mao Zhushan was holding a long incense stick, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood, yet his expression displayed a sinister excitement.
Mao Zhushan: "Heh, you all saw it, didn't you."
