Engraved with complex totems on the colossal stonedoor, one of the doors was open, the gap wide enough for a giant tens of meters tall to enter.
Five or six Federation Martial Artists, along with three or four Martial Artists from other civilizations, stood together, their expressions grave.
Duan Xuanji of the Heavenly Mechanism Dojo furrowed his brows: "The Cangqing Temple is up ahead, these people really do want to use us to scout the way!"
A Martial Artist with slightly greenish skin, belonging to the Wood Spirit Clan, spoke solemnly: "Inside the Cangqing Temple, danger lurks at every turn. Once in peril, even with life-saving talismans, we might not be quick enough to use them."
The other Martial Artists asked, "Do we turn back and fight them, or continue moving forward?"
