"Although this door doesn't seem particularly special, it's precisely the most special place."
"Yes, though, this should be the entrance to the mausoleum."
"Stand aside, I'll break it open!" Just as everyone was voicing their opinions, Mo Zhong, the old man, gripped his sword and walked out of the crowd.
"Mo Zhong, are you tired of living?" The elder from the Impermanence Sect mocked.
"Hehe, I'm just giving it a try. We can't let the Holy Temple Master do all the work!"
Even as Mo Zhong said this, he actually didn't want to owe the Holy Temple Master any favors.
Although no one mentioned it, the previous attack by the Holy Temple Master was essentially his way of extending a favor.
Their help in testing didn't work, so naturally, they could avoid injury and effort.
