The next day, as the morning sun rose, Ye Tianfan and his companions arrived at the entrance of Polo Cave. Whether it was an illusion or not, they felt that the number of skeletons around seemed to have lessened somewhat. However, given the sheer quantity, they couldn't tell if it was truly less or just a mistake of perception.
"I wonder if Tian Chun and the others ventured deep into Polo Cave yesterday," Yu Ping said with some concern.
The group gazed at the massive cave, which was pitch-black inside, and felt a twinge of apprehension too. Standing at the entrance, everyone could feel the gusts of cold wind blowing out from Polo Cave, chilled to the bone, with a nauseating smell of blood.
