"I'm not dead?"
Gao Fei looked at himself with a face full of surprise. He was still standing in front of the bronze gate, his hand still resting on it, only that the peculiar chill had disappeared...
"Creak..."
The tightly shut bronze gate suddenly began to open slowly. He instinctively wanted to pull his hand back, and this time there was no resistance; his hand easily separated from the bronze gate.
As the bronze gate opened, it revealed a pitch-black space.
Gao Fei stood at the entrance, frowning tightly.
What on earth was going on?
After calming down and thinking it through, Gao Fei remembered that his hand had been stuck to the bronze gate as soon as he touched it. Then, a cold air surged from it, freezing his body solid, and then that cold air rushed into his head, and next... he passed out...