Hong Yao and Tuan Zi quickly arrived at the Heaven Gate.
At this point, it was as cold as usual. Only a figure stood with his hands behind his back—it was Wu Yao.
He looked up at the Heaven Gate with tightly-knitted brows. This Heaven Gate… I have looked at it for many days, and it doesn't seem very right. Also, my hands feel itchy. Even I'm impressed by myself. Isn't it just a broken door? What is there to care about?
But every time he decided to go, he would falter and continue staying here.
From arriving at the Fantasy Divine Palace till now, Wu Yao had stayed here for quite a few months.
He was conflicted for some time before he tentatively stretched out his hand. But before he touched the Heaven Gate, there was suddenly some sound from behind.
Wu Yao immediately retracted his hand and alertly turned around.
When he saw the incoming person, he instantly heaved a sigh of relief. "Tuan Zi, why are you here?"
