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Faster than the blink of an eye, faster than either of them could react, the "Demon King" had done something that they had only heard of in legend: he had opened a gate to a wandering ruin.
Like any good cultivator worth their salt, the two of them had been inside wandering ruins before in order to train and get their hands on rare treasures. As such, they had been to enough of them to pick up little nuances about them, notice some commonalities in the same way that certain bars and inns always seem to have a similar smell to them.
The moment they saw this gate open, which was just long enough for the [Malice Blood Urn] to begin falling in, they could detect that wisp of weird energy that always seemed to permeate in every set of wandering ruins.
