Xue Yi Ming leaned to the window to look at the sky. It was raining when he picked up Yang Yun, and now, the cloud has disappeared, and the sun shone brightly. Xue Yi Ming nodded and said, "Sure."
The two of them climbed up and reached the spot after almost twenty minutes. Because it was raining earlier, the ground was a bit slippery, and it took them a while to climb up.
Yang Yun crouched down and started drawing some symbols and formed an array. He recited some incantation, and soon, a bright light appeared. Once the portal appeared, Yang Yun turned to search for something from his bag.
"Hey," Xue Yi Ming spoke. "Something's wrong."
Hearing Xue Yi Ming's voice trembled, Yang Yun looked up. Once he saw his friend, with his face paled and his eyes wide, staring towards the portal, Yang Yun turned around. Soon, his expression mirrored Xue Yi Ming's.
The portal seemed brighter, and the opening was larger than usual.
