"Hmm? Why won't it budge?" Fushen pushed hard on the stone door but found it completely immovable.
"Just smash it open," Chen Feng said, not one to indulge such obstacles.
Fushen grinned, finding this to his liking. He allowed the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder to coil around his palm before hurling it out fiercely. A thunderous noise erupted, and the door was shattered to dust, revealing the path beyond.
"Let's go!" Fushen led the way and soon arrived at an extremely spacious area.
There was seemingly nothing overly intricate here—only a woman seated before a vanity table, endlessly grooming her hair with a comb.
"Ah?" Both Fushen and Chen Feng were baffled by the scene before them, their minds pausing for a moment.
A vanity table?
A woman?
It all seemed so out of place in this environment!
"Playing tricks!" Fushen snorted coldly, ready to strike the enigmatic figure with a thunderous attack.
Chen Feng cut him off, "Wait a moment!"
