Marquis Nanlong looked at the small stone gate with a contemplative expression before heaving a long sigh. "That's right. It's indeed the gate"
Lu Weiying turned to him and asked cautiously, "The blood Qi on this gate seems to be too dense. Will there be any problems?"
"This gate was sealed by an ancient cultivator with all his essence blood. Naturally, it's different from normal restrictions. It's quite normal. Why? Brother Lu, are you getting cold feet?" said Marquis Nanlong casually.
The old man shook his head and solemnly said, "Cold feet? How could I do such a foolish thing at this point? However, shouldn't we be more cautious just in case?"
After a moment of thought, Marquis Nanlong's expression eased and he said, "Brother Lu's words are reasonable. This gate does give off an uncomfortable feeling. How about we set up a few layers of restrictions outside the gate? If anything goes wrong, we won't have to worry about retreating."
