A surge of heat rolled out.
Shang Zhiyu's eyebrows moved, and she opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but then she swallowed her words.
She stared at the sword in Ran Qingchen's hand, a hint of wariness in her eyes, and thought to herself, "This girl is clearly injured, yet she can still wield such powerful swordsmanship. She's really something."
Ran Qingchen saw there were no more mechanisms around, and walked towards the stone wall.
Through the faint light, Ran Qingchen gazed intently and was shocked to find that there was a pool of magma behind it.
The magma was fiery red and tumultuous, churning endlessly.
Shang Zhiyu, covering her abdomen, walked over, equally astonished by the scene before her. "Strange, how can there be such a place?" she mused.
The two women walked in, with the heat wave that met their faces scorching their skin painfully.
The small cave held nothing but the magma pool.
