The gates of the ruins formed a semicircular arch, about two zhang high with a base four zhang long, with a purple halo around the doorframe encasing a barrier of milky white light that undulated like ripples. Vague human silhouettes could be reflected in it, and while it was impossible to see through to the inside, every few seconds, a bright light would burst forth, followed by white mist slowly dissipating.
"Hahaha, we've finally made it, everyone hurry and rush in."
A burly man, excitedly shouting as if he had seen too many anti-Japanese dramas, finished speaking and, like a cheetah, charged towards the gates of the ruins.
"Bang!"
However, before he could get close to the gates, he was knocked back and sent flying. Fortunately, whoever kicked him didn't want to cause harm, so he was simply repelled without being injured.
"Who was it? Stand out! How dare you sneak attack Jing Mountain's Fierce Tiger?"