Pioneers of an era often possess several characteristics: a thirst for knowledge, ambition, a sense of team cooperation, and a spirit of dedication to exploration.
Han Fei had all these traits. He collaborated with an old man and, on someone else's turf, opened the Ghost Gate he was always curious about, risking his own life to summon an unknown monster from the Blood Sea.
Perhaps moved by Han Fei's actions, the old man looked at the crazily spreading blood color behind Han Fei, his eyes slightly moist.
"You... are insane!"
What lies deep in the sea, Han Fei didn't know himself; he just wanted to escape urgently now.
Feeling the terrifying aura emanating from inside the room, the old man's bizarre plants on his back withered a bit, seemingly too scared to bloom carelessly.
The knocking at the door of the cabin also stopped abruptly, and the door lock slowly wobbled before falling to the ground.
The door slowly opened, and a child carrying a backpack appeared at the doorway.
