Huangfu Ziyu also took a deep breath, took the Sun-shooting Bow down and held it in her hand, then nodded at Ye Qing.
Ye Qing, having gone through this final checkpoint before, wasn't as nervous as Huangfu Ziyu. He smiled slightly and said, "As long as we don't look at those words, it'll be fine. These Magic-devouring Flowers will only appear once. They're very slow, so we just need to avoid them and we'll be fine!"
"Okay!" Huangfu Ziyu nodded, but in truth, she was still a bit nervous, as she had never been here before. Moreover, she had heard too many legends about the Northern Mang Mountains, so she was inevitably a little worried.
Ye Qing held on to the famed instrument with one hand and held Huangfu Ziyu's hand with the other, slowly walking into the cave. The situation here was almost identical to when they last entered; the cave was pitch black, and occasionally you could see a skeleton or something — remains of those who had entered before and died here.
