"This?! This?! Master Yang Qing is t.this real?!" Ma Yuan asked, both his eyelids stretched to the maximum that the top ones almost reached his hairline. The cause of it was the sight before him.
"It's real, let's go in. You don't intend to stand there all day do you?" Yang Qing said as he lightly tapped Ma Yuan's back to prompt him to walk.
Ma Yuan walked forward like a person whose body was possessed by some foreign spirit. His movement was clumsy and slow, almost as if the spirit that had possessed him was trying to adjust itself to his body.
"This can't be," he said as he made an attempt to swallow saliva only to find his tongue had long dried like a desert, most likely because of the sight before him.