At the end of the stairs on the seventh floor was an iron door that looked so thick that even its own mother could not recognize it. The surface was rusty, but from the simple and smooth patterns, one could still tell how exquisite and magnificent it was back then.
Chen Xue stood at the door expressionlessly. When she saw Wang Xiao and the others come up, she did not say a word and only silently took two steps to the side.
"Please wait a moment."
Lin Xiang wanted the few of them to smile and bow. Then, he went up to the large metal door and slowly placed his hands on it.
Wang Xiao could not help but reveal a shocked expression when he saw this. This iron door looked to be at least a few hundred kilograms. Lin Xiang could actually push it open with his bare hands? Did his thin figure have such strength?
