"Father, just let Brother Xia Liu do it; don't embarrass yourself," Ling Shiyu said, shaking her head helplessly.
"Shiyu, Uncle Ling just wants to save some effort for Brother Xia Liu. No matter what, we should support him."
"Sister Han Mei, you don't know, my father just loves to show off."
...
"Hehe, Daoist Fellow Xia, please go ahead," Ling Jue said, deciding to remain silent after hearing the conversation between his daughter and Han Mei.
If Xia Liu also could not break through the stone wall, then it would be his turn to teach these two young girls a lesson.
"Okay, let me try," Xia Liu nodded then walked up to the stone wall.
Touching the seamless stone wall, Xia Liu's expression grew serious.
Within his divine sense, he could only see about five meters ahead, yet the stone wall was three meters thick.
From Ling Jue's attempts, it was apparent that this stone wall, or perhaps all the walls here, were incredibly hard.
