"Elder Yan, I don't think I can get in…" Wang Mu said.
Yan Qingwu squinted, staring at the light screen. "It's merely a restriction," she said lightly. "Allow me to break it."
As soon as she finished speaking, Yan Qingwu's palm firmed, and several invisible, minuscule swords, like tadpoles, flew from her hand, stabbing into the light screen.
Wang Mu couldn't comprehend what was happening and could only step aside.
A moment later, the tiny points of light had completely covered the light screen, transforming into ancient sword patterns. Simultaneously, Yan Qingwu hummed softly, and in an instant, the sword patterns shattered. As they shattered, the light screen also broke apart completely, leaving only a very faint luminescence enveloping the Linglong Love Abyss.
