Ling Changqing surveyed his surroundings with a grave expression, but found nothing else of note.
These pitch-black stone pillars stood alone in the center of the island, unchanging for thousands upon thousands of years.
'Wait, something seems off?'
Ling Changqing stared at the cluster of pitch-black stone pillars for a long time, a clear look of doubt in his eyes.
"Did you notice something?"
Ling Qiyue, standing beside him, asked with a radiant smile.
"The real entrance... it isn't here, is it?"
Ling Changqing mused. He had a gut feeling that something was wrong with those pillars. There was no telling what would happen if he approached them directly.
A look of admiration appeared in Ling Qiyue's beautiful eyes. "To notice a problem on your very first visit... Little Junior Brother, you really are different. When Sister Qiuyao and I came here for the first time, we were so reckless we nearly paid a heavy price!"
"Then... where is the real entrance?"
