Before they could stop him, Elder Wu Meng slowly stood up, arms open, and fell back. A strong suction began to emanate from the crack, pulling in the surrounding air, and the fragments of tables and chairs scattered on the ground were silently absorbed into the crevice, along with him, disappearing instantly into that swirling chaos of light and shadow.
In the blink of an eye, the fissure closed instantaneously. The hall lay in disarray, yet suddenly fell silent, as if this had always been its appearance, as if nothing had ever occurred.
Everything happened so abruptly, without any semblance of harmony. The two looked at each other and saw tumultuous waves in each other's eyes.
For a moment, words failed them.
After a long time, Qin Qingluo slowly spoke: "It seems this place is more sinister and dangerous than we imagined."
Chen Yi nodded slightly.
