An Lin, Dong Guo, and Da Bai ended up on the other side of the green gate under mysterious circumstances.
Dong Guo looked around at the smooth and even ground and walls, as well as the green flames that glowed like lanterns along the way. "Master, I think something is amiss here!"
An Lin rolled his eyes at him. "Why do you say so much useless crap?"
He was seriously starting to wonder how Dong Guo had survived for the past several thousand years. Could it be that excessive cultivation had impaired his cognitive functions?
Of course, Dong Guo was still an adept fighter in his own right, so there wasn't too much An Lin could complain about, aside from the fact that he might be retarded.
"Why did the silver Gundam try to kill us and then suddenly decided to help us? It must have been controlled by someone! Could it be that our entry through the green gate was also orchestrated by the same person?" Dong Guo speculated.
