Han Muye slowly walked forward, and the thousand-foot-tall heavy iron door slowly opened.
"Creak—"
The city gate emitted an ear-piercing friction sound because it had not been opened for countless years.
In the gate tunnel, black Battle Puppets and Immortal Cultivators stood side by side.
Everyone stared at Han Muye.
"Senior, we're back," Han Muye said softly. Holding the jade bone and broken sword in both hands, he strode into the gate tunnel filled with the scent of decay.
"Roar—"
A Battle Puppet suddenly roared.
The other Battle Puppets also let out continuous howls.
They seemed to be welcoming the returning warriors.
"Kid, Old Sun likes you quite a lot." The voice of the Spirit Sword Golden Immortal rang in Han Muye's ears.
Old Sun?
Who is it?