After soaring through the drizzle that enveloped the world, the extravagant flight sword landed in front of the demon portal that stood among the clouds.
"Get off."
Wen Ting instructed after he took a sip of the wolfberry tea in his gourd canteen.
Fang Lang and the others got off the flight sword and gazed at the gates of the demon portal that reached high into the clouds. At the top of the gate, there was a giant sign that said, 'Quiling Demon Portal'.
Countless stone-faced soldiers dressed in heavy armor stood guard at the bottom of the gate. The atmosphere felt immensely solemn.
Wen Ting approached the guards with his blade slung around his waist. After a short discussion with the guards, he paid an entrance fee according to the rules. Finally, the guards allowed them to pass.
Wen Ting thanked them with a smile then led Fang Lang and the others into the abandoned demon portal that was shrouded in mist and rain.
