Qing Cheng chuckled softly and strode forward.
Liang Hui and Kung Fan followed quickly.
In less than a few minutes, two demons and one human had already arrived in front of the tall, jade-colored palace, whose doors alone were over a hundred meters tall.
The two demons and the human walked shoulder to shoulder, entering the palace with long strides.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
The crisp sound of footsteps echoed unusually clearly in the silent palace, as gazes from both sides focused on them.
When they saw Kung Fan and Qing Cheng, those scrutinizing gazes became somewhat restrained, but the looks toward Liang Hui were unabashedly appraising.
Hmph!
A cold snort sounded, like thunder.
Figure after figure, as though struck by lightning, retracted their gazes, daring not to spy casually anymore.
After dealing with those prying eyes, Liang Hui then looked towards the woman in white sitting in the main seat.
She, too, was curiously sizing him up.
